Lost and Found
Sarah noticed the yellowed remains of the hive clung to the rock still. In spite of the scourge of winter’s icy wind, it stood, a steadfast reminder of summer’s heyday. No buzz, no thrumming wings announcing life inside, no baby moving in her womb any longer. She closed her eyes. Silence joined her in mourning what had been lost.
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