I talked my son into taking a little stroll with me around the neighborhood today, and we ended up on a stretch of sidewalk I don’t walk frequently.
Me: What is that?
Son: Looks like a crab. Maybe.
Half a block later…
Me: You were right. It’s all spelled out in front of us.
A half block after that:
Were these footprints left by the artist?
We may never know.
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Nomadic Noesis 