T here’s a sweetness in late October air—the scent of dust, marigold, and renewal. The world quiets, the light softens, and even the wind seems to whisper names we’ve nearly forgotten. In Mexico, candles line doorways and altars bloom with color. It’s not grief that fills those nights but gratitude—an understanding that death and life are forever entwined. At THE FLYING LIZARD, we feel that same pulse every time a drone takes flight. Beneath our rotors lies the story of a pla

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