A Journey Inside the Hive
/The last of the afternoon sun made golden streaks of light across the kitchen table. I sat quietly, absorbing the essence of a weekend well lived. The steam rose from my cup of tea and the delightful aromas of chamomile and lavender intermingled with that of the fresh cut flowers that adorned my kitchen table. My faithful pup, Gracie lie sleeping on the rug beneath my feet. It had been a busy weekend and she was ready for a nap.
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