The farmer's wife put down the cleaning rag. She looked at two generations of family that had lived through World Wars before her. She looked at her husband on a tractor in the field. She looked at her own children. Then she went to a shelf that was "the pantry" took some vinegar and put it in a bucket. She began to clean the glass in the home.
Said to be the sundial of savages, the shadows where one can read the absence of the thing represented. Only during daylight of course.
Wednesday, January 14, 2026
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