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Ella Spiralum and Zoltan Abbassid returned from New Mexico the next spring. Strangely, the Mesopotamian bees had multiplied over the winter. |
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An ancient bee on small white flowers. Rubbing its wings to sing a song, an Esperantist tune it learned yesterday standing on the sill of a human home, where a family banged the piano (the bee could feel the notes through the air and wood) and shouted the happy words (the bee could smell their breaths). |
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