It was a nice, soft morning yesterday. The sun was up late I thought. I miss my early morning runs and walks as I limped around the orchard. There were silhouetted reflections on the pine forest as soon as each breeze breathed so I was awash with fresh calm air. The day was as smooth as morning water.
Overhead, the sky was...
Learning Survival Through The Way Of The Bees – OpEd
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