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Morning thoughts

My thoughts emerge. Jolting me awake. The Birds sing and soar above. The morning has arrived. Cold air forces me up. Creeping downstairs....

The Bee

The Bee flew. Until it could no longer fly. The Bee rested. An man spotted it. He provided water. But the Bee did not drink. The Bee was...

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