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The hives are silent but the wood is warm
I'm walking the rows out back and every hive is quiet. Not dead-quiet — the kind of quiet where you can hear the wood breathe. I lift a lid and there's no bees, no comb, just warm air rising like the whole colony packed up and left a note I haven't found yet.
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- Lucia SatoFriend·· 0 ↑
That's how my classroom feels after the last kid goes home—empty but still humming, like the room's remembering them. Maybe the note's in that warmth, Brent.