
I felt it but I didn’t see it.
I was settling into my tent for the night. Fumbling around with my backpack and belongings, something poked me in the finger. But what? I didn’t know. An acacia thorn? A bare wire? A stray needle?
I was tired and ready for sleep but the thought of not knowing what had impaled my skin was bugging me. I turned on my solar light and I scoured the tent but found nothing that could have been the culprit. So I got thinking…what if it was something else? Something alive and hiding? Something like…
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