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My feet hit the floor already sprinting. It could be any other day, a mundane Wednesday, Saturday, yesterday, tomorrow, yet I can feel its unique vibe— the clouds, new clouds, fresh breezes full of flowers, pollen waiting to be turned to honey. This day, golden, amber-rich; this day, slathered in the sticky stuff! Magnificent, full […]

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