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	<title>Comments on: The Bee Charmer</title>
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		<title>By: ebbyanne</title>
		<link>http://laniersbooks.com/2005/08/08/the-bee-charmer/#comment-293</link>
		<author>ebbyanne</author>
		<pubDate>Sun, 05 Mar 2006 06:44:03 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>O what memories this brings me! Memories of peering into my father'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's "hyper" 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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