Of Hollyhocks and Honeybees

It was August. The bees were in the garden. The honeybees and I were indolent around the hollyhocks. We shared the direct sunlight in our God-given attire and we shared a buzz. Perhaps both of us were having too much nectar that afternoon. Theirs was pollen and mine was a cold sweet Riesling. The 'hocks reminded me of my home in Europe where I learned to love the bees, the sun, my nudity,

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