In this dream, a modest amount of water flowed through the dry creek bed on the land where we lived, causing a new generation of pollywogs to hatch. I saw them,
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In this dream, a modest amount of water flowed through the dry creek bed on the land where we lived, causing a new generation of pollywogs to hatch. I saw them,
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