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A bee tumbles into my water glass, rights himself on thin ice cube, drinks from a droplet, disappears drowsily down wind
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Jan 19, 2022
Jan 19, 2022 at 4:58 PM UTC
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A bee tumbles into my water glass, rights himself on thin ice cube, drinks from a droplet, disappears drowsily down wind
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Jan 19, 2022
Jan 19, 2022 at 4:58 PM UTC
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