It would be hard to explain the depths of where we'd come from.
"I like a challenge," a voice expressed (i)willingness(i) to know.
Said to be the sundial of savages, the shadows where one can read the absence of the thing represented. Only during daylight of course.
"You can't keep it. My mom got it for me." "Unlike my rented shoes," the woman looked down at her barefeet. ...
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