A spider just rappelled down in front of my notebook. Her silk disappears upward in a prismatic glimmer, attachment point unknown. A cloud, perhaps. Body like a crab-apple seed. Legs like eyelashes. Could it be one of the orb weavers that hatched under my writing table this spring?
Strange timing, this visit. It coincides with my having a rare shred of …
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