Walking early morning
that path above the swirling sea,
I almost miss it:
A parting silver mist
reveals each shrub
draped
in shawls of lacy white,
gossamer strands hung
with drops of dazzling dew ,
each design delicate, different,
crafted by invisible spinners
sending such
ephemeral beauty
from hidden realms
into this fragile web
of life ."
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