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(A Triple Cameo) I backed out of the garage, glanced at the Alberta spruce tree and paused, delighted to see it framed by a halo of crystal light from rain. Surprise nighttime visitors, in toil until the break of sun, spin and spin to weave gossamer funnel homes then retreat and wait to catch a bug. Like Ice, crystal moisture drops sparkle in avant-garde sunrays, to unmask delicate funnel spider webs that cling to the top of each seed pod.
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