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 Press pool."
"Da Queers."
The two men looked at each other.
"Leezy!"
"Oh God, my father."
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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