Buzz, Buzz
The sound of cicadas at night. It’s like they are all having a constant conversation, back and forth, back and forth until they get tired. After their delightful sounds stop, I can picture them sleeping in sweet silence all together as one giant family.
love it, profound sound.
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🙂 well said!
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