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Webspinning - In the Shadow of Leaves
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The Spider
    A noiseless patient spider,
    I mark'd where on a little promontory it stood isolated,
    Mark'd how to explore the vacant vast surrounding,
    It launch'd forth filament, filament, filament, out of itself,
    Ever unreeling them, ever tirelessly speeding them.
    And you O my soul where you stand,
    Surrounded, detached, in measureless oceans of space,
    Ceaselessly musing, venturing, throwing, seeking the spheres to connect them,
    Till the bridge you will need be form'd, till the ductile anchor hold,
    Till the gossamer thread you fling catch somewhere, O my soul.

               Walt Whitman 1819-1892

Golden Orbs recolonise Olympic Park (Sydney Morning Herald, 10-Apr-2003)
Originally posted 9th October, 2002 at the beginning of this blog.

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mjlayman From: mjlayman Date: August 29th, 2010 10:54 pm (UTC) (Link to this Entry)
Happy Birthday, Mez. We miss you.
elisem From: elisem Date: December 16th, 2012 02:08 pm (UTC) (Link to this Entry)
I miss you, Mez.
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