Every day of every year there was a web in the pear tree branches, and as Seraphim grew she imagined they were made by "Charlotte's" children. How she loved that idea.
With the patient determination of the spider, something as intricate as a web can be fashioned again and again.
The sky laid a deep silver above, made all the more poignant by the brilliance of the cobweb that remained hammockish in the fast growing grasses.
Long seeded grass stems grace the early sky, between them supporting an intricate cobweb, a natural work of art given for any man's eye.
In the dawn rays the cobweb was a wonder of nature, fine brilliant white silk made all the more pretty for the pearls of water that graced each thread.
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