In these times of terrorism, extreme weather and raging forest fires, there is honey. This golden blob is from one frame harvested a few days ago. We use everything from the comb–nothing gets thrown out, in the spirit of the bees.
Here are my labels: grandfather, father, veteran, writer, poet, photographer and dreamer in pursuit of the meaning of life. Getting close, although I'm running out of time--probably why I'm so close.
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