On Bees and Honeyed Greed

Colm crawled, dug his elbows into the sod. Field grass and flowers crumpled under his chest. A haze of cloying, orange pollen hung in the air. He resisted the urge to sneeze. Before him, a furry bee bobbed over the grass. A sizable, rotund specimen, with an abdomen the size of a bushel basket. It […]

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