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A dark shadow glides across the burning asphalt and stops while I fly past one foot in front of the other A spider, I thought no, couldn't be too long to be one, and slow Scorpion was the next thought no, couldn't be they do not call this area home I had to stop my stride and turn sneak to where that dark blur rested A long blue streaked tail fading into lightning strikes A baby, or perhaps a toddler All I know is that it's tiny and fast. like me. It made the grueling heat on these back streets worth the suffering. Is it suffering if it is what I crave?
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Jul 20, 2018
Jul 20, 2018 at 1:12 PM UTC
Little Skink
A dark shadow glides across the burning asphalt and stops while I fly past one foot in front of the other A spider, I thought no, couldn't be too long to be one, and slow Scorpion was the next thought no, couldn't be they do not call this area home I had to stop my stride and turn sneak to where that dark blur rested A long blue streaked tail fading into lightning strikes A baby, or perhaps a toddler All I know is that it's tiny and fast. like me. It made the grueling heat on these back streets worth the suffering. Is it suffering if it is what I crave?
#lizard#skink#nature#running#run#earth#animals#reptile#mothernature
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Jul 20, 2018
Jul 20, 2018 at 1:12 PM UTC
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