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[My mother saw the green tree toad]

04/28/2026 14:58h
My mother saw the green tree toad on the window sill her first one since she was young. We saw it breathe and swell up round. My youth is no sure sign I’ll find this kind of thing tho it does sing. Let’s take it in I said so grandmother can see but she could not it changed to brown and town changed us, too.