The relationship between the sun, moon and frog is an odd one. By day, the croaking frog sits, bathing in a pool of sun rays and collected dew drops. His green, slippery skin reflects memories like old-fashioned picture shows as his scrapes and scars tell stories. He is wise and collected. The frog exists in the moment, satisfied, but yearning for the moon to rise like a glowing balloon out of the pink and orange horizon. The swan tells him stories and they chat about people and … [Read more...]
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