Can anyone identify this beautiful baby whom I almost stepped on (barefoot)just now at my back door? I actually touched its tail, too, because I'm fucking insane. It then slithered underneath a tool rack.
Ha, I was just kidding. It's just that that sounded a lot like my recent rants about symbolism manifesting in my personal life. I know it must sound crazy to other people, but when you're on the receiving end of synchronicitious unfoldment, it seems as real as a glass of water (no, more real).
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