Crystal WeaverbyErin Donahoe© 11/04/01(Unrestricted Club Use)
The old ones tell stories about how we came from above, those lights twinkling and winking in the high distance. How often we do not know, but it is seldom, very seldom, our ancestors come down from their giant webs in the sky glittering on their fine threads of light to visit some of out kin in the lands far away. See! There goes one now traveling so quickly in the night you can only see her strand for but a moment. But breathlessly I will wait, my crystalline legs reflecting the light of my far off star-cousins, for one of them to come and visit me. |
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