Shortly after a walk down the road where a lost goat with newly-sprouted horns grazed by the side. Frootloops littered one portion of the walk--a clear indication of excited children playing out front.
A few feet later, I meet the beekeper. With cutlass in hand, he skims down the side of bushy hill as if the steep slope and loose dirt are as solid and sturdy as flat pavement.
At the end of the street live Beekeeper's father who, in his greying dredlooks and permanent smile, make the whole world, just for a moment, seem genuine and happy.
At the end of the street live Beekeeper's father who, in his greying dredlooks and permanent smile, make the whole world, just for a moment, seem genuine and happy.
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