Slow. Sometimes we have to take the time to just look at our creations. Many spiders weave their webs in the dark. Their visible in early morning, dewdrops glistening in delicate, strong threads. Webs seemingly dissapering in the hot sunlight - becoming invisible to the eye, but not the skin.
Looking at my creations. Weaving tonight, or perhaps tomorrow. Weaving webs of light and dark, of life and death. Grandmother SpiderWoman, Old Wise One. We weave. But don't stress. Let the weave be, and wait ....
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