You have been my friend. That in itself is a tremendous thing. I wove my webs for you because I liked you. After all, what's a life, anyway? We're born, we live a little while, we die. A spider's life can't help being something of a mess, with all this trapping and eating flies. By helping you, perhaps I was trying to lift up my life a trifle. Heaven knows anyone's life can stand a little of that
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
...........BEAUTY
At some point in life the world's beauty becomes enough. You don't need to photograph, paint or even remember it. It is enough.....
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