So we kept stashing him. A lot of our generation's people were still high school and college age. And were on the poor side. Certainly most of us hadn't seen field hospital surgery. Nor health care that wasn't okay. Advocates and friends and neighbors were the ones saying, that's NOT okay.
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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