spider and stone i step warily down the old stone stairwell through flowers and berries to the slip. the sea breeze smells of kelp and wet slate.    sitting on the lower step i see the builder's hand prints in cement and precambrian shell prints in stone. a spider blows by and i catch her sail, placing it over to a leaf. she climbs and leaps again, the wind blowing her wildly about. again i catch the strand and place it. again she climbs and leaps. so she and i adorn the arbour, the silk catching bits of sunlight. a week at Quagle Cottage on Georgia Strait a time of tranquility and introspection

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