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Paeonia

Bees dance. If the sun is hot, you’ll swear they talk. “Walk barefoot through the garden until you find her,” they say. Paeonia. The bees have held back her stories and claimed her as one of their own. They beckon to follow beyond the fence of rose canes, thorns sharp. An ornate bird bath stands […]

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