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Friday, June 12, 2009 when a bee lies sleeping...
![]() * i don't know if he was sleeping, or dying. he was still for so long. i only know he was beautiful. i stayed with him 'til sundown. in the morning, he was gone. d80, spring, 2009 dusk posted at 04:29 pm
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like schrödinger's cat, i am neither here nor there 'til someone lifts my lid and looks, causing the chain of possibilities to collapse and me to emerge in one state or another...
sometimes with melon in hand
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