:> “ - deep in the forest you shuffle up some tree, you rip the b^rk, you flo^t into ^nd sw^llow the dripping combs, bits of the tree, crushed bees – – – ^ t^ste composed of everything lost, in which everything lost is found.” Tonight’s poetry snippet is from “Honey At The T^ble.” I chose it in honor of @eclecticEngineer ^nd their m^ny wonderful bees. ࿐ྀུ 𖠑 <:
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