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The Black-Striped SpiderFew feelings are as cold as the first taste of empty air on my body immediately following an intimate hug, or the uncertain feeling I get during the first day of winter, or the itching feeling of terror I try to hide when I realize the past cannot be relived. Loss is like the spider whose web, the result of two full seasons of work, crumples and melts under cold autumn rains.The Black-Striped Spider by ~Sodon
I was visiting my girlfriend, Danielle, in Spokane for the middle weeks of October, and at first, summer seemed to be holding on. Certainly the rotation of the planet had brought on colder days, but my first weekend in Danielle's college town was a warm one: ba
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