The question had come from a section of "audience" still dressed in work clothes, dress pants and skirts and dresses. The meet-your-neighbor style Intro to the Outdoors day event had quickly moved from "There's the river," to a Q&A when two rafters had a bit of a mudfight. "Are they trying to kill each other?" A child took a grown up's hand and asked. The group "organically" veered away.
Said to be the sundial of savages, the shadows where one can read the absence of the thing represented. Only during daylight of course.
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