Said to be the sundial of savages, the shadows where one can read the absence of the thing represented. Only during daylight of course.
As soon as we'd crossed the tarmac the pilot asked, "Where in the hell are we?"
MinNEso TAH
"Okay, Don't get mad," the young, fresh pilot started to tell the passengers...not Chicago.
we have to keep the economy going." The man explained of some air travel. "Especially while the bad guys are doing that ,"...
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