When winter comes you summer friends leave or fly away or sleep fro the months to come...
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| This is Terry I saved him from a mud puddle. I loved to hold Terry because he would climb on your hand. Then one day he was gone. He ran away. Really I am not kidding. I found him on my carpet like la la la la la. So I picked him up and he tried to hop out of my hand, I then put him in the pond he swam around. I left and went inside and came out later to check on him. He was gone. Now you can hear him crock some times. |
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| This is a little dragonfly I don't know what kind but it is one of the more pretty types in my opinion. |
