Enchanted

There is nothing that delights me like a dewy web against the damp green forest. Enchanted when its diminutive architects make the beads of glass dance in the pale winter sun – may they take comfort that in lieu of food, they have captured the stars in their nets.


One response to “Enchanted”

  1. You spin your words with as delicate grace as does Missus Spider. Thank you for this.

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