Why can't we eat the blue goo? Peter and Lily when they were children
A frog we found in Groff Park, Amherst, along the Fort River a few weeks ago.
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Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air, are heading home again. Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting - over and over announcing your place in the family of things. -- Mary Oliver
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