Late at night, every night,  there are sounds in my house of a great war being fought. It is a tiny battle, one sided by singing crickets the other vicious vicious spindly spiders. It’s an epic struggle one that has gone on for eons. I find the spiders less annoying.

Tags: mini saga

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