A mosquito sings her dark need into my ear. Day advances like a slow machine of squeaking towhees and whirring wrens.
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A mosquito sings her dark need into my ear. Day advances like a slow machine of squeaking towhees and whirring wrens.
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Henceforth I will think of this enchanting description every time I hear a mosquito.