Cement hand print I made when I was a baby, now the final resting place for Curly Tail remains.

A couple of days ago I was walking the dog when I took a shortcut through the alleyway. In my backyard I found this- the most metal image that I’ve ever come upon in natural circumstances. A curly tail’s dying act was to crawl into a cement tomb that was formed by my hand when I was a toddler. I think it’s a sign, and I eagerly await my lizard powers.

I’ve only been here a week and that’s just the beginning! There’s wild growth everywhere, huge skies, lizards crawling on everything, a resurgence of green anoles, I smell like a pool and there are torrential downpours EVERY DAY:


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