Said to be the sundial of savages, the shadows where one can read the absence of the thing represented. Only during daylight of course.
A younger generation's rep was like WTF. "That's the last exchange we are doing," a middle ager didn't look at anyone and said.
The woman in the correct-size high heels was leaving a trail of indents in the pine needle covered soil. Other women were working quietly...
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