Last night I dreamed of a blue frog. A tiny fingertipped size creature of the brightest hue, and splotched with darkest black. It stuck to my finger and wouldn’t let go no matter how hard I tried to fling it away. Finally, all I could do was accept that it was there on my finger — the brightest most beautiful thing in the world.
I like to assume it was not a poison dart frog.
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