The cool breeze, the warm sun...flowers blooming and deep blue waves lapping the shore...and those gnats.
The sun is falling closer to the horizon...the yellow rays blinding off the very edges of each swell...and those gnats.
Prickly grass scrapes your legs as you rise from your seat and a slight dizziness fades as your last sip of warm beer trickles down your throat. A shudder from within, a haze before your eyes, the sun drops below the water and purples scream from behind the distant waves...and those gnats.
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