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Almost daily rw creatures 78: Blue lizard that looks like a dragonfruit

78 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑟𝑦 𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑢𝑖𝑛𝑠,

𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑛 𝑏𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑘 ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑒.

𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔

𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑦

𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑏𝑏𝑜𝑟𝑛 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒.

𝑆𝑢𝑖𝑡𝑐𝑎𝑠𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔,

𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑢𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑒𝑥𝑖𝑙𝑒

𝑌𝑖𝑑𝑑𝑖𝑠ℎ, 𝐿𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑜, 𝐴𝑟𝑎𝑏𝑖𝑐, 𝐴𝑚ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑐, 𝑅𝑢𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑎𝑛

𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑙 𝐻𝑒𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑤

𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑑

𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝑚𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑑𝑦 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑.

𝑇𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑜𝑛 𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑒.

𝑁𝑜 𝑤𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑟.

𝑁𝑜 𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡.

𝑂𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑓𝑖𝑒𝑟𝑐𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑛

𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒.

𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑔.

𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑.

𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑎𝑟𝑔𝑢𝑒𝑑.

𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑏𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑡.

𝑈𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝐺-𝑑’𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑

𝑜𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝐻𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑒𝑓𝑡

𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑡 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑑.

𝑂𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑑𝑢𝑠𝑡.

𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑛.

𝐵𝑎𝑟𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑠 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑙𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑑.

𝑆𝑤𝑎𝑚𝑝𝑠 𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑑.

𝑀𝑎𝑙𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑎 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑛.

𝐿𝑖𝑓𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑎𝑥𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑟𝑜𝑐𝑘 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑛.

𝐶𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑗𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑎𝑙𝑠 ℎ𝑜𝑤𝑙𝑒𝑑.

𝐶ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑛 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑙

𝑢𝑛𝑎𝑓𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑑.

𝐹𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑖𝑥 𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑜𝑛,

𝑎 𝑓𝑙𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑙𝑒𝑑

𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑓𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑖𝑒.

𝑊𝑒 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑘 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑢𝑒.

𝑊𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑠.

𝑊𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑓𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑜𝑤𝑛 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠.

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑠.

𝑇𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑒𝑠 𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑤 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑦 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑁𝑒𝑔𝑒𝑣.

𝐼𝑛𝑛𝑜𝑣𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑠 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑠𝑜𝑖𝑙.

𝑂𝑛 𝑆ℎ𝑎𝑏𝑏𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑝𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑠,

𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑖𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑠

𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑚𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑠.

78 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑔 

3500 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑜𝑙𝑑 

𝑎 𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑖𝑛 𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑡𝑦,

𝑦𝑒𝑡 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑒𝑛𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ

𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛,

𝑎 𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑢𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑣𝑒,

𝑎 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑛,

𝑎 𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑏𝑜𝑟𝑛

𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑-

𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔,

𝑓𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔,

𝑢𝑛𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑛.

𝑃𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑑.

𝑆𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑔.

𝐻𝑒𝑟𝑒.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

Happy Independence Day Israel!