You stood in the swarm and shouted, “I am the Lord God of all creation!” before your father ran in and cradled you to the house. ![]() ![]() I remember the day you went crazy with fever and took a hatchet to the hives in the apiary. Remember what we used to know: the owl perched in the barn rafters with a kitten dangling from its beak, the summers so dry that the wheat withered underfoot as we walked through the field with ice-cream-coated hands.
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