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The bee broaching this flowering **** alone in late afternoon doesn’t know the hives are dying. Her work lies between these white petals. Still, she may have noticed how few butterflies color the air.
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Jun 19, 2017
Jun 19, 2017 at 11:18 AM UTC
One Bee
The bee broaching this flowering **** alone in late afternoon doesn’t know the hives are dying. Her work lies between these white petals. Still, she may have noticed how few butterflies color the air.
#bees#environment#nature#insects
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marilynmcentyre
Jun 19, 2017
Jun 19, 2017 at 11:18 AM UTC
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