To Sing Frogs Chapter 13b
The yellow Monarch was the only thing in my focus. Then it began to fade. A tree ten meters behind it started to steal my vision. I tried to keep my view on the burst of color and couldn’t. The distant tree grew closer and closer until I saw another cocoon hanging from one of its own hibernating branches. The hue was wiped from this illusion as more and more distant trees darted from the outside of my kaleidoscope vision to the center.
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