I use to have a teeny baby turtle. I found him outside when I was going out for a run. He was about the size of a quarter. He was so tiny I didn’t want to leave him out on the street. I kept him for about a year and I made him a promise that I would set him free before I moved to LA (from MD). I kept my promise. He grew quickly and it felt like the right time to let him go. I remember setting him down next to a big pond and saying goodbye. He tested the water and came back to me. I put him back in again. He swam out a bit, then popped his head out of the water and stared at me. As if to say goodbye. Then he was off.
It felt good to set him free. I wonder what he is doing right now…
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