"Make art out of it for all I care."
The foot-and-a-half bomb had been cored like an apple and was again just a shell.
Said to be the sundial of savages, the shadows where one can read the absence of the thing represented. Only during daylight of course.
right now." A sigh expressing a feeling of neverending. "But, I learned how." The man said of ballroom dancing. "My...
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