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Packing up my plein-air painting supplies, while my sweetheart swats mosquitoes

My sweetheart had biked over to where I was painting a (vacant) historic farmhouse by the side of the road, so that we could ride to a local coffee shop together.

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I had doused myself in insect repellant when I stopped, but he was being attacked by voracious mosquitoes.