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It.s R. Stephens Tasmanian Honey, real leatherwood. it means she loves me more.
“Milk, honey and papaya create a drink that gives you hope in a world filled with bad news.”
1/3 part kahlua, 1/3 part raw tupelo honey, 1/3 part strong coffee (to chase 10mg of valium with….)
Lucy and Becky handstanded their way down the meandering cloud-path, Becky turning Lucy into a miasma of different beasts, including the amazing Shimmering-She-Beast-of-Honey-Yoghurt.
Becky twisted and twirled and a rain of happiness and glowing light cascaded from the sky, coalescing in a hive of honey for the very happy Little Bear.
Amidst the buzzing of the bees, Little Bear looked on while gnawing great chunks of honeycomb and beehive, as the human meticulously spread a thin, glistening layer of honey on bread.
People are so thoughtful mused Little Bear as he removed the top from the third in the neat row of beehives someone had placed along the edge of his field of wildflowers.
The whole scenario began to fall apart once Gertrude asked Larry to pass the honey.
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