From 859a9fb53462d8c4106c79ee65db2300217f0de6 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Madison Rye Progress Date: Sat, 19 Oct 2024 12:38:30 -0700 Subject: [PATCH] aria-hidden on --- content/notes.md | 2 +- 1 file changed, 1 insertion(+), 1 deletion(-) diff --git a/content/notes.md b/content/notes.md index a3a36ed..2b92880 100644 --- a/content/notes.md +++ b/content/notes.md @@ -418,7 +418,7 @@ Cf. Slow Hours: fill: #eee; } - bees - a poem by Slow Hours bees are thosewho give us sweetin exchange forthe names of the dead is it any wonderthenthat honeycan be so cloying we may marvelat how unbitterdistilled namescan be and still weepat parching-sweetmemory• we whisperto their hivesthen wait a seasonfor honey licking itfrom sticky fingerswhen we steala taste bees - a poem by Slow Hours bees are those who give us sweet in exchange for the names of the dead we whisper to their hives then wait a season for honey licking it from sticky fingers when we steal a taste is it any wonder then that honey can be so cloying we may marvel at how unbitter distilled names can be and still weep at parching-sweet memory Madison Rye Progress + bees - a poem by Slow Hours bees - a poem by Slow Hours bees are those who give us sweet in exchange for the names of the dead we whisper to their hives then wait a season for honey licking it from sticky fingers when we steal a taste is it any wonder then that honey can be so cloying we may marvel at how unbitter distilled names can be and still weep at parching-sweet memory Madison Rye Progress