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I keep bees too, but I am the world’s worst beekeeper. I lost five out of five gives this winter. When I go to pick up my packages and the nice folks let me select mine from the hundreds arrayed on the floor, I look at them and think, “this is like choosing people for their execution.”

Notice how you spill your guts and my response is to talk about myself? What else is there to say? How about; this was an incredible post. Thank you for hitting publish.

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