Robert (gurdonark) wrote,
Robert
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A Voice as Pure as a Minnie Riperton song

Today on my walk on the Trinity Trail, I heard a sound which admixed an insect with an fervent, raucous industrial whine. I looked at a nearby little cedar tree, where a single cicada, roughly the size of a hummingbird, perched with a sound that would have made any number of Teutonic synthesizer bands proud. I thought to myself "welcome to Texas", and walked on, searching out butterflies.
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