"But look," it appeared to be troops facing off with troops overseen by tanks. "I see nobody bothered to tell the white Americans, those black Americasns fought this war for them." A man fell to his knees and crossed himself.
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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