We bees,
We buzz.
We sing,
We sting.
We fly.
Good bye!
An uncanny Gwendolyn Brooks echo here, huh?
Portrait of Clara (as a chemist)
1 month ago
Meanwhile the mind, from pleasure less,
Withdraws into its happiness:
The mind, that ocean where each kind
Does straight its own resemblance find;
Yet it creates, transcending these,
Far other worlds, and other seas;
Annihilating all that's made
To a green thought in a green shade.
Andrew Marvell, "The Garden" 41-48
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We real cool.
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