It’s a melodious season here in
the Ozarks. It’s that time of year when,
anytime you find yourself outdoors with both hands occupied, you’re immediately
treated to a band of mosquitoes humming harmoniously in your ears, and gnats
enjoying a hoedown in your eyes and up your nose. While it’s a sensation which is conducive to spirited
and colorful language, it’s pretty unlikely you’ll achieve anything
productive. SC
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