Bee Myself

(Photos courtesy of Empaths, Old Souls, and Introverts…….)

I was walking under a bee hive today.  It was at a local shop near my house.  One bee landed on my right breast.  It must have been attracted to my bright pink cardigan.  I said, “No bee.” It didn’t move.  Then I said, “Go home bee,” and before I finished saying bee, it flew away.  That phrase always work.  I always tell them to go home.  I know that they are looking for honey.  Maybe I smell sweet to them.  I think they know that when I tell them to go home, I am not made of pollen!!


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Written by Maria Ayala

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