From the Keeper of Feral Bees — The Farm on Quail Hollow

Suited up with my arms full, Taking every step as gently as possible. The sun beaming down as a gentle breeze pierces through my suit and chills my skin where my sweat drips. Every step that I take, I smell the residual burnt pieces of wood from my smoker mixed with the fresh tampered with […]

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