Abstract
It's not unusual for a car with out-of-state license plates to unload at Meadowcroft on a summer day with occupants stretching and trying to regain their land legs after a long ride. But this time was different. As these visitors spilled out of their car on an early June afternoon, they looked about with obvious curiosity. "What is that noise?" they asked. "Is it some local industry?" "No, those are insects. Cicadas," replied the admission desk staff.
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