This all too brilliant light overcome by cicada song and the sudden summer heat Asks me for night for a little easy rest and Dreams grown like posies fragrant and vivid and peaceful
I was scrolling back through posts and came across this line. It brought back a flood of memories. I was backpacking through the mountains of southwest Virginia during the 1995 cicada hatching, and "overcome" is such a perfect word. There are long-distance backpackers who, to this day, have nervous twitches because of June, 1995.
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I was scrolling back through posts and came across this line. It brought back a flood of memories.
I was backpacking through the mountains of southwest Virginia during the 1995 cicada hatching, and "overcome" is such a perfect word. There are long-distance backpackers who, to this day, have nervous twitches because of June, 1995.
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