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| this first bee made a long trail thru the wet sand... working very hard to free itself from the wet soup it was in... |
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| the shell acted as a great island to climb upon to rest and dry her wings |
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| this was the moment of her freedom as she dried her wings and readied herself for flight... |
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| this second bee was nowhere near an island to climb upon so i scooped her up on a bit of shell |
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| and set her down on a rock... shortly she fluttered her wings dry and took off again as well |
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