Said to be the sundial of savages, the shadows where one can read the absence of the thing represented. Only during daylight of course.
"Nobody ever does."
"Writing a report?"
"Naw man, just impressions."
"Half of mine is still out there."
"Then we'll come back."
"Like hell we will."
"Not leaving either."
"Well the bird is."
"Grab the gear."
"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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