Nature functions in abundance. The cicadas have taught us that, and the cicadas have taught us about ourselves. All of us eventually come out of our holes. At 17, we are at our most fecund. Some of us mate successfully, leaving our offspring to the world. Some of us are great flyers. Some of us get fried or covered in chocolate. Some of us make the national news. Some of us have our wings crimped before we even get started. Some of us have our butts fall off. Some of miss the earth and land on the concrete. Some of us get stepped on. And, in the end, we all die.
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