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Cicadas like Maronite chants— night churches, tree numbers, heat August more than hellfire; without kinking wings.

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Date: 9/12/2024 8:31:00 PM
Dear Paige, your creative imagery of cicadas is amazing! I adore the title too! Your golden pen shines with your artistry! Warmest wishes my inspiring soulful friend.. ~Susan
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Date: 8/8/2024 9:38:00 PM
Cicadas are pretty cool. Summer is gone when we no longer hear their song
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Date: 8/8/2024 4:57:00 AM
I actually love the sound. I like how you compared it to Maronite churches. Lovely
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Date: 8/7/2024 8:02:00 PM
Heat of summer brings the world to life. Very nice.
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Date: 8/7/2024 6:57:00 PM
Strange words, very poetic. Nicely done!
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