Watching Ariadne

I am out on the deck when I find her, hanging by a thread of her own making. She swings from a long silver strand attached to the eaves, the tender breeze pushing her left, then right. Eight legs outstretched, she is no bigger than a lentil bean, and the sunshine makes her body glow, […]
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Published on July 18, 2013 07:34
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