The Call of the Cicadas

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Even though I first witnessed this miraculous phenomenon of nature 21 years ago this month, the memory of that anachronistic metamorphosis still lingers in my mind and was relived, albeit very briefly, just a few days ago.

In 1993 fourteen gigantic loblolly pine and other trees graced our yard, two to the right of the house and the largest and tallest, Master Loblolly, stood defiantly in peacock fashion, displaying his majestic canopy to preside over his underling kindred in the backyard. Two inches shy of a six foot diameter and barely seven feet from the living room windows and some fifteen feet from the front entrance, Master Loblolly had every right to crow in prideful swagger.

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