Neva
I was out in the mountains recently with gnats flying around my face. I keep fanning them. Neva, who I was talking to, kept raising her hand in the air looking at me. "Flaco," she said, "if you raise your hand the bugs go to the highest source of warmth."
Sho’ nuff they did right fly out of my face to my raised hand! ~Gregory E. Woods
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