Grandmother Spider Weaves
Grandmother spider’s weaving is intricate, delicate, beyond compare
Like Belgium lace or the intricate weave of a bamboo chair
She spins her truth by night, it gets water beads on it by day.
We observe in silence as she puts her strings together in a certain way.
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