“You can bomb the world to pieces, but you can’t bomb it into peace.” ~ Michael Franti
At last, I came across a cicada on campus. In truth, I found it three weeks ago, but with so much going on lately, I’ve only now had time to post it. The poor thing was clearly on its last legs as it was discovered on the blacktop and not on a tree, moving at a glacial pace, and not at all concerned about much of anything, including me. I heard a few this morning on my walk to the office, but their songs had stopped by lunchtime. Maybe they were too hot. I was too hot, so to my logic, everything else must be too hot.

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