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Nesting Instinct of Women (Free verse) by Dovina

Inside the hive a virgin worker lies bent head and folded wings sealed within her quiet cell until awakened from larval sleep by caress and beating of her sisters' wings She fears to leave behind the fixed prismatic form hesitates at the void of space the brilliant outdoor color and shrinks from loneliness of light Duty draws her from the nest wind twists her from the course but she knows she can return to familiar smell of honeycomb where her sisters work and others wait to be born

-=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. 29-May-05/1:13 AM
At what point does a number become so large that it is 'nearly infinite'? Anything more than a killion, I'd say.




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