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    Fear

    I hear them, wriggling and squirming, first to my left, then my right, and then it filled my whole world with noise.

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    Doug Langille

    Doug Langille

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    Fear

    I hear them, wriggling and squirming, first to my left, then my right, and then it filled my whole world with noise. The click-click-clicking of their little feet stomping and their tiny mandibles chomping— all too much to take. I know now why they call them earwigs.

    Photo by damianpenney

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    Tags: eerie, grounded, solitude

    Published: October 20, 2015

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