Baby cicada
Preparing Kale for lunch, I saw a bit of movement off to the side. Pale green, less than a half inch long, with nearly-invisible wings having a slightly golden cast, supported on long , fragile-looking legs...a baby cicada. I put my hand on the counter, and nudged it a bit. It came up onto my finger, and was so light I could barely feel it. I took it outside and placed my hand on the grass, letting it take its time moving. Such a simple thing to do, almost nothing....but nothing else would have been possible in that moment. Each little thing is the entirety of fe in that moment.
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- Posted by gstenstad
- Jan 31, 2014
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