Golden Honey Jars on a Sunny Counter in Sweetwater

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“It is a start,” David said, his hand resting on the wooden crate. “But we still need that signed receipt.”

I held the heavy, crystallized jar of true summer honey like a trophy.

I tucked the old crystallized jar behind a stack of empty supers in the corner of the office just before the heavy oak door creaked open.

Arthur walked in with a leather folder continue reading …