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Rodgers

Louds sounds of crickets, screeching in the draping tree branches not knowing where they are coming from. Walking through big cloud like webs, hearing branches crack that aren’t yours from a distance; looking in every which way to figure out where they are coming from and what is making that noise. Looking up and seeing nothing but large vines draping down from the trees watching spiders yo yo above you, not knowing if they are going to drop all the way down on your head. How am I going to get out of here? I didn’t know what was worse, closing my eyes but hearing these unknown, creepy sounds around me or keeping my eyes open trying to figure out where they were coming from. I feel as if this is the one place on earth that has yet to be discovered by humans and has been taken over by the insects and rodents around us.

LORODGERS