Said to be the sundial of savages, the shadows where one can read the absence of the thing represented. Only during daylight of course.
We'd known the truths about life early so we had some pillow fights to remember our homes and sing some songs to remember you by.
One man rifled through a tabletop of current magazines and newspapers looking for his eyewear. While several people kept eyes glued to a ...
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