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My grandfather's house stood for fifty years before he bought it, and another fifty after he died. But the last time I drove by Martin's Branch, the house was gone, replaced by a parking lot for the Pentecostal church next door. The outbuildings still stood, however, tucked into the edge of the woods, and it was easy to imagine a light in the little workshop behind the barn, where my grandfather often worked into a spring evening, mending hives and brood frames, preparing to tend his bees in the morning.
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