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Nothing, however, sold like raw honeycomb. This late in the summer, bottles of the sticky, sugared medicine practically flew off their shelves.
Eva understood. Twenty-five years of keeping the bees with her father and older sister, and still she thrilled each time she sank her teeth into those warm, dripping cells. There was a strangely primal allure to that hint of spice among the sweet, pollen and enzymes sliding down her tongue.
It was hard, when paired with one of the teas in their Honey Sho
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― Honey in Her Veins
― Honey in Her Veins
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The kitchen is where I heal. Where I rebel against chaos — with herbs, heat, and heart.
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