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Back at the cave, the bees are watching, out of black and whitecomb, probably located somewhere near the underarm of the apisculpture bodies that stand all night in the light, waiting for their future inhabitants. Each of these little cells stuck to the edge of this frame are eyes that look in slightly different directions; the bees, hiding in the dark, make their picture of the world out of all those fragments. |
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