Is My Iguana Dream Trying to Tell Me Something?

On the logistics of transporting candy during covid

A green iguana by a swimming pool.
Photo by Cindy Williams Moore on Unsplash

The Dream

Rae and I pedaled as quickly as we could. Above us, the evening sky purpled toward evening. Beneath us, majestic, neon-bright iguanas serpentined through the clear water, their sinuous glowing tails trailing behind them like iridescent streamers chasing a

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