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I cannot imagine a world without peepers. Thousands of tiny frogs in chorus ...reverberations of kindred singing souls....their heads...

Not a day goes by...not even a beautiful, sunny, cloudless, low humidity day...where one does not see or feel what it is like to be a...

There is something about an eagle....if only to thrill four women kibitzing at the river access. There is also something to be said about...