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by the_sleaze9
823 days ago
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I was just a kid just outside of the DC metro area in the country. I remember my dad and I had to stop the car on the side of the highway because the air was so dense with cicadas and the wipers weren't up to the task. The noise when getting out and standing in that cloud was difficult to describe. It was so loud, all blended together and harmonized into this weird tone that you felt almost like a colored liquid. Completely surreal. One of my favorite memories with my dad, looking back. |
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