Someone to whom I most recently showed my glass beehive, with its movement like the main gear of a clock—someone who saw the constant agitation of the honeycomb, the mysterious, maddened commotion of the nurse bees over the nests, the invading spirals of the queen, the endlessly varied and repetitive labors of the swarm, the […]
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