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20 Plays
Sounds of cicadas from the trees of Ithaca, Greece.
Oh, the tides of the marshes, and our wet and weak wings-still we ride, restless and dangerous… beat against the current, like lightning bugs. Determined to tear apart our bodies, watching ghosts sail on boats of red, white, and blue: we are…
We wear the tides of marshes until our wet and weakened wings rise restless like ghosts mixing tears with the living, tearing a trail we’re told to beware, to read about later, and wish we were there.
Enjoy,
