Vol XII Happy Ending

10.5 kgs of wild honey….what was I thinking of when I bought this? What kicked in?

The death instinct [honey as embalming fluid?] or the hoarding instinct [ I will sleep easy knowing honey waits for me even if time won’t] or was it a literary obeisance of sorts [ remember Sylvia Plath and her jars of honey] ?

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