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Deborah, my bee, returns to me, maybe

THE DAY after I rescued a humble bee that had flown into my abode, I went out to see whether, whether, my bee had returned to me.

She had. She hadn’t been inside the house but she was flagging. I lifted her up on a holly leaf and put her in the way of the Sun – the upar wala. A few minutes later Deborah flew away.

I haven’t seen her for days. Has Deborah the Bee abandoned me? Lovely Deborah, Deborah. Oh that’s a song. And I am just mad about saffron.