بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ
resonating like a pair of bees, except instead of flowers for pollen, sticking to each other with the tips of our feet, such are the tales untold, for the ones fate unwinds rejoins and then together remolds. let us relish what are sometimes the best of winds, gentle breezes, cooling our wings, reminders to slowly inhaling, while sooner or later gusts take us wherever He wills, enjoying every moment, both the calm and the thrill. our Hive awaits, ever in honeyed glory and patience, the most treasured of all estates: the promise of His, the effort our chase.
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