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[Mark Eaton]

grave; courtyard; foundation;

I remember playing down there when I was a child:
rotting leaves and cracked concrete.
We set frogs loose in the muck to see if they would survive the winter.

A few years later I remember they were still there. bigger.
strangely, some had turned black.

Or perhaps concrete was never poured. trees grew.
beautiful smooth bark of birch and poplar saplings.

Nonetheless, I am ceratin there were frogs.