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Its been rainy and gray for days now and the honeybees that usually frequent the lavender bush at my front door have been few and far between lately. I miss them, the beauty of their flight patterns as they move from blossom to blossom, the sound they make that is so deeply universal and archetypal, I think it must be the constant and infinite sound of creation that exists at the core of the universe. When they show up, I find myself rooted in place, watching them in awe as they extend their tin

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