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Short Story –

The Bee Woman

I met a man who told me very shyly that his name was Kermit. “Of course” , he said “there were no gabby green frogs around when I was born, and I am really OK with my name once I am over the first introductions.” But what, I thought, if your given name had darker connections? And so I imagined this old lady sitting our on her porch in the fading evening light, talking about her life.

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