The Motifs of Home

The buzz of the local Alto Paraná cicadas drummed in my ears, mingling with the distant rush of water cascading off a presumably tall cliff. The chatter of birds provided a melodic tone to the symphony of sounds already present. The vibrant hues of reds and blues distinguished them from their rich green background of tall rainforest canopy. The world was at rest, taking shelter from the blazing summer sun that was beating down on the backs of all creatures,

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