The feeling of light sweat and general heat prevents me from feeling completely comfortable. My hair is a blanket over my head and neck. The excitement over the difference, the irregularity, the suddenness of the exam is slowly being baked away. Gnats are living punctation. Their instantaneous encounters with my skin interrupt my mind's natural flow. Claire sits to my left, we'll say, as even now memory makes a plausible case for either. Taylor sits opposite her. We unsheath the exam, chittering like so many invisible avians. whose world we invade. Our discussion begins after a lengthy setup of bug spray and tape recorder. I can tell their thoughts, as mine are the same. We want the discussion to evolve, yet we want our fair share of talking time. We start, stutter, and finally finish our 3-legged race. We disband for phase two. The spot I choose, to the left of the trail above a small incline is oddly pliable. I remember leaves on on the ground, masking what could be branches. The air the climate make themselves known. Gnats fulfill their purpose.
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