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After the work I rushed to the river like beans. A
cloud of buzzing gnat followed close heels and stung a plastering while I tore
my clothes off. Then bliss came, I dived downmost. Cold water gave relief and I
could wash off the mixture of tar and fish oil I had to grease my face and ears
with. As soon as you are out of water there is the same gnat and, in addition, paut,
huge gad-flies stinging on the wing so strongly that blood sprinkled! Why did
The Lord create all those evil spirits!
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