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The bee dance

Ken Smith, The bee dance ' Let the grey dust thicken on the landings, let the spiders tick in the wall, let the locks rust and the keys be lost. This is the yellow hive of my skull where the bees dance on the honeycomb their tales of direction and distance.'

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