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  • this morning while watering my garden, the poppies were filled with honey bees, more than i have seen in many years. I felt voyeuristic, there was this palpable hunger of bee to stamen and pistle, the air was warm and kind. my garden was audible, fragrant and kinetic. there was tension between the lavender and the poppies, but what lovely tension right? These days are rife with crazytown, but also great fertility. I am putting my money on the honey bees.
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