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The honeycomb held a richness of nutrients for the bees, not simply sugar, yet with antibiotic properties it was their medicine too.

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The honeycomb was pockets of sweet bee-dreams, each one a story of wildflowers and summer days.

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The honeycomb was a golden story of what steady determination to a relatively simple goal can achieve. It was a story of consistency and cooperation. It was a story of how nature gives and receives at the same time in her balanced way.

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The honeycomb in the sunlight, to the proportion of the bee who built it with his kin, was a marvel of engineering. To my eye it was a sweet tower of food, the harvest of the wildflowers, to see them through the colder months in style.