2/19/2019 1 Comment The Cicada's ShrineIn the Galapagos, at dinner, somehow I mention my novel. Someone ask what happened to it. I laugh and say that it was buried deep in the ground in larval form and would one day rise up to the world and sing with the cicadas.
I post an article on bees to FB and my college writing profesor writes that she remembers the insects in my early stories. That afternoon I find a cicada in my bedroom. How did it get here? I have never seen a cicada before in Quito though they were constant companions when I lived as a child in the Amazon. Do they even live this high up? Still alive, I set it out on the ledge of our apartment window.
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