Last Chance for Love
It's closing time, but a cicada won't leave the bar alone as long as there is life left in him.
My heart went out to the cicada I heard singing last weekend. It sounded conspicuously alone, and I knew it had little time left. Cicadas are fixtures of summer. The cool evenings we’ve been enjoying signal that fall is around the corner, but this guy was still giving it his all, trying to attract a mate before he ran out of energy and dropped dead.
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