They started to trample out of the crack in the untethered brambles—bees, hundreds of them it seemed! The sky darkened as they swept up as if a ritual began, and the white clouds were peppered with this sight. A hum of cadence as they rose in formation and I felt the urge to run but I was mesmerized. It was no leap of my imagination to realize their mission as a surprising message was scrawled across the sky: “Save us!”
The Bag Lady 
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