whither will, go wither not, want not wait, will weaves wonders, webs, whither will, woes waiting for wanderers wishing to walk on water
— the white spider (@thewebweaver) April 14, 2015
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Completing a web is getting back to the beginning from a bittersweet direction, fraught with inevitable complications, sins of the mother.
— the white spider (@thewebweaver) November 27, 2013
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she had forgotten, a whole section of her web of contradictions, even why she had woven it so adroitly, tangled now in her own clever trap.
— the white spider (@thewebweaver) September 23, 2013
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weaving in the present is its own reward yet more, a store for future needs, a credit line linked to deeds done and doing what needs doing.
— the white spider (@thewebweaver) August 8, 2013
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Her web was almost invisible but not invincible, hiding in plain sight, all her forethought , could be swiped, wiped away, a sticky mess.
— the white spider (@thewebweaver) April 28, 2013
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what web spider spied her spinning white webs white lies white wings to swing sing bring whit with a bit of bite write white spider right
— the white spider (@thewebweaver) March 2, 2013
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pride weaves its own way into a web. the white spider faltered. was she arrogant to question the motives of her teacher, or was it her duty?
— the white spider (@thewebweaver) February 8, 2012
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an intricate web relies on structural integrity. detours weaken connecting points, and almost always spin off in unexpected directions.
— the white spider (@thewebweaver) January 28, 2012
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t’wit, her whit her way, t’weat her windy night wiit ingredient meant sent bent back before it went wit her spider sat besider.
— the white spider (@thewebweaver) January 22, 2012
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oh what a tangled web, sticky too, no way to undo what’s been done, un-catch what’s caught up in complex complications. steady as she goes.
— the white spider (@thewebweaver) January 21, 2012
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a fly caught in a web, dinner by design. “destiny for one, destiny for all” said the white spider giving thanks, living another day.
— the white spider (@thewebweaver) January 9, 2012
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caves are for meditating, mountain tops for observing. sometimes she throws a lifeline to someone looking up, ready for immediate rescue.
— the white spider (@thewebweaver) December 30, 2011
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some patterns must be simple, quick, others executed slowly, counting breath beats, then transcending the count and even a lifetime.
— the white spider (@thewebweaver) December 27, 2011
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it’s not the bite of the white spider it’s the bite of the bite that kicks in after she kicks it back to where she wasn’t and isn’t visible.
— the white spider (@thewebweaver) December 4, 2011
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football is enigmatic, antithetical too to sensing trending universal vibrations, decibels beyond the little hairs of the white spider.
— the white spider (@thewebweaver) December 2, 2011
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sensitive hairs feel tiny vibrations; no need for words, questions, or immediate action. it’s enough just to know already, sense the truth.
— the white spider (@thewebweaver) July 4, 2011
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she is fragile but brave, wise but foolish, clever but vulnerable, walks a tightrope she keeps spinning, extending the edge of the universe.
— the white spider (@thewebweaver) June 24, 2011
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the white spider is not lazy in summer. she is too busy collecting bounty, beautifying her web, weaving new wonders, to wander purposeless.
— the white spider (@thewebweaver) April 26, 2011
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cooking keeps her in her kitchen, coaxing cranky family with comfort food; she creates a weekly web of carefully crafted options.
— the white spider (@thewebweaver) February 21, 2011
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occasionally the white spider wanders along her own web without a destination, her instincts ruling her senses and leading her heart.
— the white spider (@thewebweaver) February 10, 2011