Spiderwebs at Dawn

Everywhere they hung, by the hundreds, catching the sky's pale light. Yet more than light - they gleamed like pearl, like sea-washed shells.

I walked my once-familiar path changed now, a place of myth and visions. Webs spread like silver sails from the rhododendron to a stand of pine.

A slight wind blew and patterns blazed. I saw constellations, the glitter of stars!

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