Something about the light on the death intrigued me while I was waiting for the tow truck to show up and get my now dead truck back to a city to resurrect it…the truck not the squished animal.

Think about that tombstone. Born ‘77, died ‘43. Teresa died 34 years before she was born. This can only be incontrovertible proof of time travel and mysteries beyond your imagination. It’s beyond mine that’s for sure. Taken on a dirt road somewhere north of Arivaca, AZ.