The Threepenny Review (Nonfiction)
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30th August 2024
The Noblest of Things
Looking back, I realize that I was in the presence of bee men that night, farmers rich in finer forms of pain, with memories of brothers and friends pinned under tractors, or burned alive using gasoline in foolish ways, or slaughtered in crashes en route to town or to the auction barn with a trailer full of cattle. Bee stings were nothing.