Faint sun through an ash-white sky. I picture a history of human civilization from the point-of-view of periodical cicadas, emerging from the ground every 17 years to scream.
Daily short takes from an Appalachian hollow
Faint sun through an ash-white sky. I picture a history of human civilization from the point-of-view of periodical cicadas, emerging from the ground every 17 years to scream.
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Thanks, Dave, this one made my smile.
I’ve also been thinking for a while I just wanted to tell you how much I have appreciated visiting you morning porch every day for the last year or so.
Thank you, more deeply, for sharing this poetic practice of attention with the world.
Kris Lindbeck
Wow, yes, this really touches me, maybe because I’m more or less in a permanent ultrasonic scream, so maybe everyone feels it, but they don’t know they’re taking it in.
Wow, yes, this really touches me, maybe because I’m more or less in a permanent ultrasonic scream, so maybe everyone feels it, but they don’t know they’re taking it in.