Photographer's Note
Summer's coming, larvae shed their skins to have new shapes. Cicadas, soul of summer, freely fly and sound everywhere and leave "their bodies" at somewhere in old forests of Quảng Ngăi.
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Summer's coming, larvae shed their skins to have new shapes. Cicadas, soul of summer, freely fly and sound everywhere and leave "their bodies" at somewhere in old forests of Quảng Ngăi.
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