The Loudly Singing, Wholly Unintentional Time Bandits

THE CICADA CALENDAR Ken Taub THE SUN HAD SET, AND YOU COULD HEAR THEIR WILD, URGENT CALLS ACROSS THE TREETOPS. It was as if the air was being rip-sawed into small pieces. We headed to the tavern for refuge, and more soothing human voices. “In just two cycles I went from young to old. And oh yeah, the world changed too.” That's how my old friend, Nate, an environmentally crunchy entomologist, began his impromptu lecture over single malt scotch, rocks. Actually,” he said addressing hi[...]
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