Eternal Return

Meanwhile, back home, the cicada molting is starting.  Once every seventeen years they climb out of the earth where they have been surviving on root juices, and begin to mate. The sound is deafening, it lasts for a couple of weeks, and the ground is littered with millions of molting husks. Beautiful nature.

Dylan called them locusts, and said they sang in sweet harmony.

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