Said to be the sundial of savages, the shadows where one can read the absence of the thing represented. Only during daylight of course.
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The acting class people fell quiet. The man with his hair squished by a helmet and spiked by hair goo stomp-paced. Others on the hig...
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My mom Sherry was the type of person who could (and consistently willed herself to) find gold in a shitpile. Even decades before "re...
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The book of ACTS (the acts of the Apostles) closes with St. Paul in a storm and moving on. He has a story both personal and witnessing...
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