The bee found an ocean-flower and gathered its pollen everyday.
Soon the honey had veins of aqua playfulness, turquoise stillness, storm grey suddenness and dark blue thoughtfulness. If you looked closely, you could also see shining speckled memories of salt.
People who tasted the honey cried at its exquisite taste. And it sold in ever smaller quantities for ever greater prices.
Backstory: This is a wee micro-fiction I originally shared on Twitter in 2020. I did the quick accompanying painting in my Autodesk sketchbook app a couple of days ago.
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