Shunya

spinnerets weave a tapestry of gossamer webs, through which the eternal breeze whispers.

They are all ghosts you know... The mysterious presence of a ghost or spirit is no more mysterious than any other stranger you may meet in life. We are all is all we are.

A fly collides with the Web quickly becoming entangled in gluey ropes, it struggles to be free... Nearby the webs creator watches.

Gracefully she descends from her perch and closes on the thrashing fly. Swiftly and with great precision she embraces the fly and grants him his wish. He relaxes and is now free.

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