Lake Lewisia #1098

The tadpoles were lucky, the pond of their birth fed by spring rains long enough to grow and leave, rather than slowly winding down into mud and early ends. So they waltzed one final time through their wet ballroom, emerging limbs already interfering with their graceful whirls. Soon, they would have only the hope of some future princely transformation wherein they might dance once more.

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LL#1098