Said to be the sundial of savages, the shadows where one can read the absence of the thing represented. Only during daylight of course.
But the meteor shower last night was exciting. Some stars just poofed out, but some were like bolts of lightening.
The barrel fire still smelled horribly electronic. "Are they self-reporting?" Boots brushed against a noggin squirmed up sleepi...
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