My Garden: After The Rain
Sitting outside in the garden this morning I noticed more dead cicadas. It made me a little sad. After flying high, singing and mating, a cicada's life ends, and too abruptly. Nature is strange like that. It's beautiful, but all too often unforgiving. The message is clear. Regardless of life's challenges, make each and every moment count. Live your best life, my friends. Fly high, for as long as you can. – paerki
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