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, May 20, 2026
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It was a long, long walk.
We'd been cleaning up the camping gear and found a cooler with urine-y black liquid inside. In the pool of darkness was floating a he...
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