Golden Honey Jars on a Sunny Counter in Sweetwater

brought home.”

David lifted another crate from the bed of the truck, his blue baseball cap tugged low over his eyes as he worked.

“I checked the printing on every single one of these labels last night,” he said, setting the crate down beside the scales.

I picked up one of the eighteen-dollar jars and turned it in the morning light.

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