Is to lose love. A selfish heart creates its own vacuum.
--Fulton Sheen, June 17
Said to be the sundial of savages, the shadows where one can read the absence of the thing represented. Only during daylight of course.
The barrel fire still smelled horribly electronic. "Are they self-reporting?" Boots brushed against a noggin squirmed up sleepi...
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