I suppose to every kooky carpenter all innocent things appear to be nails, but I will be darned if the phenomena of the equinox twice yearly at Chichen Itza doesn’t scream danger from the sky.
At the fall and spring equin(i?), the temple, or platform as it were, shades the trim juuuuuust right, so as to reveal: A full-length flaming snakazoid shooting down the temple ending at a gorgeous…
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