Megachile

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stout dowager to this tiny grove inside
her little cell
morning echoes
the long season brings happiness through
industry balance
each earthly creature
has its purpose
its place

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there is no need
to fear a swarm
there is only this
singular devotion

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heo eacwaet of deaðe
word fare from mǣden to mǣden
ǣfre haebbende þone weoruldǣt feorhðe
to wyrcanþǣt is styððe
she too leads a solitary life
anchoress mæden of the terrace
rooms built from greenery
far away from the world of men