Peaceful Coexistence

Tom and Laura chat about the pain of losing old friends and the beauty of working with bees.
“About halfway through the morning I took a break on the tailgate of the old Ford. As I sat there one of the many foragers in the air landed on my hand and proceeded to walk across my bare skin, probing here and there with its tiny tongue . . .”
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