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Beespittle, droppings, hairs of beefur: all become honey. Virulent micro-organisms cannot survive in honey.

Denise Levertov

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Denise Levertov
Age: 74 †
Born: 1923
Born: October 24
Died: 1997
Died: December 20
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Ilford
London
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Become
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