The tiniest of spiders, spins her web six inches away from me.
Battling heavy wind, and frequently resting.
I must appear to be a monolith, nothing to fret or fear.
I look away for two seconds and it takes me a minute to relocate her.
She moves quickly.
Quite quietly.
I locate her, suspended,
upside down to what we think of as the orientation of gravity.
Restful in suspension.
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