3 April 2010

Posted on April 3, 2010

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The frogs are awake in the ponds. They chirp at night and sing during the day as I’m carrying my groceries to the car. They are all I want sometimes. Like the lobsters inside the store, all I want is to cut the rubber bands or ask for their release, just so that they could wave at me with their claws and black pearl eyes and walk home.

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