My writing about my favorite spider wasn't a boon to the spider.
I went out of the deck this morning and the spider was gone, just a wisp of web left.
Bern said the spider had been there when she was out earlier. But gone by the time I got there.
I hope he/she is alright. I will miss my favorite spider.
Greener pastures is my desire.
Farewell, friend. (Though I doubt you thought of me in those terms.)
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