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Down Below the Waterline; Carla in Sherando, Last Fall

"Down Below the Waterline; Carla in Sherando, Last Fall"

 

 

Hiding The cicadas (my mother always told me when I was little that they were cicadas but somebody else told me once that they were just crickets) have us surrounded. They call out through and across the water and the trees, just wanting a little cicada-love. Every so often a pair of headlights floats by, up above us in the distance, oblivious to the cicadas and to us. Lying at the edge with water lapping up our calves to our knees.