John and I were sitting on the back porch earlier, watching the sky darken, sipping on seltzer and vermouth. The frogs off in the woods, who were peepers just a month ago, are now full-throated ribbiters. They were calling to each other in different tones, high and low, back and forth.
John said, “you know, soon we’ll know what they’re saying to each oth…
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