so that we could start to feel safe again. Families were being reunited and in some cases introduced to each other. A lot of photographs had to examined since we had language barriers that made communications sometimes awkwatd, sometimes comical, never really "easy". People circulated lists of words in general use and some were greatly enhanced by all the learning people had done. Some young people who'd gone to school felt behind the people working in "fields". Group conversations took on, almost an elimination process per peoples' comfort levels and "audience".
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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