Terrill Welch by herself - Issue #5 Night Paintings and Spring Mud
With fear in my eyes, I would look up and see a clattering snowshoe-removing mosquito about the size of a small elephant becoming airborne. I knew from experience that it was heading straight for any of my delicate exposed skin.
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