Night is brushed aside like so much cobweb. The day is wound up and begins even before the last haunted dreams, the last of the fog, those spectral and evanescent residues, have faded away.”
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I hoped to see a spider, but alas they were nowhere to be found. But there is amazing beauty in cobwebs left behind, so I took my time searching for the dazzling, romantic strands of silver thread, and daydreamed of time well spent.
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