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	<title>Comments on: The Bee Charmer</title>
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		<title>By: ebbyanne</title>
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		<description>O what memories this brings me! Memories of peering into my father&#039;s hives, extracting the honey, searching for the queen, and spending hours watching the window hive that he set up for my sisters and I. And yes, I can even remember the swollen eye, nose, ear and tender scalp from getting too close to our neighbor&#039;s &quot;hyper&quot; bees. Yes, those were the days: warm, sunny summers spent in large open fields of blossoming alfalfa, or canola, listening to the gentle breezes, meadow-larks, and of course the constant melodious hum of the bees.</description>
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