Saturday, October 2, 2010


The sun shone brightly above and a chill wind raced impishly through the meeting of the eight brothers and sisters of marked time. Seven of them had chosen names for their domains (and carefully etched them onto the time continuum map). But the last sister sat by, uninterested in work, dreaming of play. She could not be roused to interest by the discussions around the table. The twins of Two's Day jested that her land should be called Sat Her Day in recognition of her contribution. And so it came to be known as a time for play and daydreaming.

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