I cannot imagine a world without peepers. Thousands of tiny frogs in chorus ...reverberations of kindred singing souls....their heads thrown enthusiastically up towards a starry sky...creating gleeful Catskill night music.
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I cannot imagine a world without peepers. Thousands of tiny frogs in chorus ...reverberations of kindred singing souls....their heads thrown enthusiastically up towards a starry sky...creating gleeful Catskill night music.