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The staggered trajectory of the cicada’s voiceprints, a slow clean fade into reprieve and lasting fugue.

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August, its days nearly numbered, summer’s pink noiseless fade and exit (how cicadas bury their voices in hollows of silence), autumn’s fresh jags of Memory, reaping, with finite sorrow, the climate-cracked shells of seeds (how tiny birds bury their songs … Continue reading

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