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The Honey Hunters

Friday, October 3, 2014

Category: Casual Reading

It was morning, ebb tide, when our launch slid up to the shore--shiny and metallic and unstable as mercury--and stuck its nose resolutely into the mud. Felt clouds sulked overhead, temporary protection from the blazing April sun. The honey collectors hopped one by one down onto the shore, which swallowed them up to their calves before releasing a thick, flatulent squelch.

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