A French frog's thoughts on the Skagit river. American frogs welcome to read if they can handle my croaking poorly in their language...
Thursday, May 21, 2009
When real life takes over
Late at night today, I heard a single frog singing out loud very close, I heard a dog's distant barking, I heard some hauling, and the occasional distant noise of a motor. The stars were were listening too.
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