I just stepped outside to take the trash out before going to bed and had a cicada land on my chest. Thinking, “That doesn’t happen everyday”, I picked him off and sat down in a chair with him on my finger and knowing it’s time here is short had a sigh-inducing, albeit one sided, conversation about the brevity of life. I then put him on a basket handle, took the trash out, came back and saw him fly off. Very strange…
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