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 27, 2026
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"Sir we have to act."
The fevered pitch of figuring-outs the last pieces of puzzle which included hot war at Sea and intrigue amongst Countrymen vying for resou...
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It was a long way until then. "It's more like the end of that book," an eye glance in the direction of a knapsack's c...
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My mom Sherry was the type of person who could (and consistently willed herself to) find gold in a shitpile. Even decades before "re...
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