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Upon the grass stands the white house of the bees, the wooden panels still wet with raindrops. There is a gentle buzz in the air, a sense of business that comes with such creatures and somehow it belongs here as much as the wildflowers that bloom. Anya takes her rest upon a rock and lets her eyes do the dreaming, her brain weaving reality and an array of fantasies. The hive is something of beauty to her, a sweet community making something so amazing in a way she never could.

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Building the hive, the workers have the look of embryonic cells organizing a developing tissue; from a distance they are like the viruses inside a cell, running off row after row of symmetrical polygons as though laying down crystals.

By james, April 23, 2012.

Found in The Lives of a Cell, authored by Lewis Thomas.

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The most valuable part of a computer was now the box that housed the circuitry. The motherboard and the rest of it was all trash. No-one had time for electronics now unless they somehow put food on the table. The casing was quickly turned into another bee hive and placed out in the orchard. It was like a PC graveyard out there but the honey was as sweet as if we'd crafted them from wood. I think we will in future, but right now we use what's at hand and these things are being thrown out by the dozen.

By leonbelgard89, October 20, 2014.
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The bee hive looked stood on stout wooden legs, not much more than a sawn off stump on each corner. The rest was a box painted cream, which now had that fashionable distressed look all the fancy stores are imitating these days. But this paint had been beaten by the elements for a decade or more and had every right to it's worn patches showing an undercoating of blue. Inside were the rows of honeycomb in removable trays, each one containing the delicate golden hexagons. On top was a lid made to look like a pitched roof and from a hole on the side the workers buzzed merrily in and out.

By peterfoster27, October 20, 2014.