Alive...
I found this large black Carpenter bee dying on the sidewalk. Iʻm not sure what happened. He was very weak. Every time I touched him, he would try to fly but could hardly move. I think he was angry at me for touching him. He probably wanted to sting me but couldnʻt. So I stayed with him and watched him expire. I think it is good to pass from Earth with someone next to you. Not alone. I hope he appreciated that. I looked in his eyes as they reflected me and the clouds and sky. When he finally passed, I think his spirit soared and stung my spirit. It kind of hurt. But not too much. I was just happy to be alive...
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