Later, when I checked on him, he had turned charcoal black. I grabbed the broom and swept him into the garden, and I was surprised his body still had wet weight to it. I guess I was expecting him to be weightless, like a chip.
The feeling, at least, of understanding what is going on.
1 comment:
this is pathetic... but I have to chuckle at the way you write about it. "frog update"... I love it :)
Love you more :)
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