Beautiful strands spun, woven by the deadly
A spider works tirelessly on an intracate weaving of delicate silver threads
Colecting tiny delicate dewdrops
Shining like diamonds littered with droplets in the sun
Hanging, strung in the queerest places
So beautiful, it seems there should be someone different crafting these inginious masterpeices
Tuesday 24th February 2015 2:10 am
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