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He is awesome. The sound of cicadas is the sound of summer. Personally, I'm mad about bugs, not sure why, I find them almost heroic, some of them live for just a few hours, but they do it perfectly. India is awesome for insects, everything is bigger, spiders the size of plums (that's just the bodies), scorpions of every conceivable size (which is why you gotta check your shoes each morning for the tiny fellows, they are the most deadly), the place is teeming. And when they die, the ants carry them off, molecule by molecule.
There's a sound I hear at night, like a chuckle, fairly loud, and I've often wondered what it is. Anyone know? Probably a bird, but I really have no idea.
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