Despondent.

Aunt Jo and I sat in her kitchen for two hours today drinking raspberry frappes. At one stage a bee fell into my tall tumbler, drawn by the fruity scent, buzzing with panic as the ice weighed it down and it couldn't escape. I plunged my fingers into the red ice. 'Don't,' cried Aunt Jo.... Continue Reading →

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