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the little house to let her heart go gently. A few of us are buzzing around, up above in the shadows,

watching the people who arrive and beg her to stay here. Please stay,” they say.

“Stop calling me. I am busy learning” is what we hear her thinking as they call her back. They can’t hear

her thoughts but we do. We know she’d be happy to leave and she knows it is in the hands of the

Mother, not her mind.

She returns to her people eventually, healed by our venom, and permanently connected to us by a

constant internal buzzing resolve, the long-­‐term after-­‐effect of our medicine. She can speak and sting

when necessary. And, of course she pays the high price every time—predictable shunning, exile,

accusations of meanness. Workers and drones, we all understand this. She will learn to live with the

loneliness of working leadership. And she has no desire to be the queen, anyone’s queen, except her

own.