Witness a swarm
Jan 03, 2020
2 minutes
The air is chilly, with a tinge of wood-smoke from the houses in the valley. You’re lying in the dry grass, looking up at the rangy oyamel firs. The trunks of the trees, usually brown, are instead a rusty orange. The same is true of the needles, usually a deep piney
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