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A bee waggling on the blank white background of the hive. A living billboard, shouting... turn left at the big shadow in the direction indicated by the sharp beams of the light that the cloud now passing overhead will parse for you, continue until you see the next billboard that looks like this one, and wait for further instructions. That's how highway bees find their way to flower restaurants. |
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