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THE HOT SWELTERING SOUTH

Leaving Georgia in late August. It was hot and humid but beautiful. The water table is about three inches deep. The moss covered the trees. miles and miles of roadside swamp and clouds so low you can touch them. 

The large roach type bugs moved in waves as they feel the vibration of my bike. I stopped to study then and they stared back. This was the perfect place to grow bugs, big bugs. 

The people living here must love bugs.

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