With the awareness that the bee population is dying out due to pesticides and diseases, the sight of this hero of the vegetation world delights me. She is the worker, toiling in flowers, doing what comes naturally to her. She is not aware of my lens, my admiration. I feel gratitude for her enduring spirit and the fact that she gives me apples and corn. I love watching her dance from flower to flower, filling her legs with the granules of life.
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