Each road I take, I see the combs of reeds beckoning me to the side. The wetlands, occasionally hiding dams are calling to me. How long will I resist till I go looking for frogs?



What glacial mysteries do you hold?

Each road I take, I see the combs of reeds beckoning me to the side. The wetlands, occasionally hiding dams are calling to me. How long will I resist till I go looking for frogs?



What glacial mysteries do you hold?
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