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Hordes of tiny insects swarm about the fresh new buds on a spiky desert Yucca in their complicated dance of being. With lifetimes lived in nanoseconds they have no time for etiquette and manners. The need for moisture is supreme and the flowered stalk is somehow lacking. Bonanza ! A new source is discovered and the wiser gnats race in to drink but only meet resistance. There’s moisture in my eyes and nose but I refuse to share it. They stage their ancient battle moves but find a moving target as I create a windstorm with my hands and hurry on my morning way. Leaving all the the little gnats to find another source of liquid. ljm
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Sep 23, 2023
Sep 23, 2023 at 4:14 PM UTC
SWARM
Hordes of tiny insects swarm about the fresh new buds on a spiky desert Yucca in their complicated dance of being. With lifetimes lived in nanoseconds they have no time for etiquette and manners. The need for moisture is supreme and the flowered stalk is somehow lacking. Bonanza ! A new source is discovered and the wiser gnats race in to drink but only meet resistance. There’s moisture in my eyes and nose but I refuse to share it. They stage their ancient battle moves but find a moving target as I create a windstorm with my hands and hurry on my morning way. Leaving all the the little gnats to find another source of liquid. ljm
Nasty little buggers !
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Sep 23, 2023
Sep 23, 2023 at 4:14 PM UTC
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