The Ashwood Manor
The cicadas in Louisiana don't sing. They scream. They scream from every cypress tree and every broken fence post and every patch of kudzu that has swallowed something that used to be a house. The sound is so constant that after a while you stop hearing it, which is not the same as being free of it. You just learn to carry it the way you learn to carry a weight—by letting it become your...
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