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Published: March 25th 2024
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A low, slow, eery murmur fills the air.
A weird, wakening, growling whisper that intrudes out of nowhere.
Prompting part-parched eyelids to eke apart as the first flirtations of early morning pink filter through a canopy of Amazon trees.
See the dozen fat mosquitoes, content, inside the peak of the mosquito net, having earlier snuck entrance, and supped.
Instinctively move limbs away from th...
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Louise
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You are one tough dude, Lancie. I would have scarpered home after the first encounter with a mozzie. Love your writing, Weez.