I know, it’s just somebody’s name. It’s a signature for whoever poured the foundation of the now old house that was, back then, young. But maybe Ponce de León was just a few centuries early and on the wrong coast. It’s not a fountain of youth after all. It’s a sidewalk.
And I’m going to linger on it every time I walk by.
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