Gossamer threads glitter, lively
with morning dew. A new
day shivers awake, delicate,
intricate as this web, leading
us on a journey
in a circle
spiraling (hopefully) upward,
inward.
I feel blessed our paths
intersect, and I smile
as nature weaves small reminders
of this ethereal connection.
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