Viva the Frogs of Lago Titicaca

At the end of each day of searching, when I close my eyes, I see frogs.  I see frogs hovering on rocks in a jail of aquatic grasses. I see frogs in shades of grays, browns, and blacks, decorated with spots until each is unique.  I see frogs kicking off to escape my looming shadow, their pleated skin billowing like the waves I still feel rocking me.

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