the rain did stop. the
sun did come out. mosquitoes
remained the constant.
more delightful art journal pages written while camping in wisconsin instead of funeraling in texas.
some may think I'm just a fool tilting at windmills, but maybe I'm not
the rain did stop. the
sun did come out. mosquitoes
remained the constant.
more delightful art journal pages written while camping in wisconsin instead of funeraling in texas.
We almost don’t ever see them here… but i grew up in Africa and can still remember the rage and flip flop waving fury i would feel as i laid down to go to sleep and there it would be… that high pitched whine…
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right? the noise (to me) is almost worse than the biting… unless, of course, malaria….
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ha indeed!
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Isn’t that the truth! Stupid little bloodsuckers! Mona
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