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June 22, 2017
I am amidst a swirl of flying insects. They're everywhere, and they're all different kinds. Here's a housefly, here's a bee, here's some sort of beetle, here's a tiny unknown rainbow-bug.

These crazy little creatures, each one as alive as I am, animated by the same principles that animate me, is swirling around and sometimes crawling on me. They are looking for a meal. Am I a meal? To some of them, I am. What am I? I am so much larger than they are that I doubt they really recognize me as a fellow creature, although I am.