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Your post reminded me of the stanza from

Last Night as I Was Sleeping By Antonio Machado

Last night as I was sleeping,

I dreamt—marvelous error!—

that I had a beehive here inside my heart.

And the golden bees

were making white combs

and sweet honey

from my old failures.

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