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A cicada sings its song in the summer trees. It molts and leaves its shell on display like an artifact in a museum, but families of cicadas do not take three-hour road trips to see if their relative’s shell will … Continue reading

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This is a Story About Kids Playing Soccer

Somewhere in mid America there is a boy who has never touched the soccer ball. He goes to a small private school with a blacktop parking lot out back where the kids have fifteen minutes of recess after lunch. The … Continue reading

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