Cicadas Quote by Vincent Van Gogh Download Open image “I work even in the middle of the day, in the full sunshine, and I enjoy it like a cicada.” — Vincent Van Gogh ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.0 out of 5 (9 ratings) Copy quoteShare Cicadas Day Sunshine Enjoy Grind Like Cicada Middle Middle Day Sunshine Sunshine Enjoy Work
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