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 roads and tunnels of bramble. Just back.
"What'dwee miss?"
"Why so few?"
People crowded round people to record every spoken word.
Field & Stream. Our two others passed the pillowcase of stuff back, back. "Then we'll run." Sun was starting to sin...
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