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I’m envious of the bee’s Ability to be. Their ability to see So much better then me. They are born and they live. They live and they die. The whole while with only one goal in mind.
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Dec 24, 2014
Dec 24, 2014 at 3:32 PM UTC
My Envy
I’m envious of the bee’s Ability to be. Their ability to see So much better then me. They are born and they live. They live and they die. The whole while with only one goal in mind.
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Dec 24, 2014
Dec 24, 2014 at 3:32 PM UTC
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