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a spider lives inside my head who weaves a strange and wondrous web of silken threads and silver strings to catch all sort of flying things, like crumbs of thoughts and bits of smiles and specks of dried-up tears, and dust of dreams that catch and cling for years and years and years . . .

a spider lives inside my head who weaves a strange and wondrous web of silken threads and silver strings to catch all sort of flying things, like crumbs of thoughts and bits of smiles and specks of dried-up tears, and dust of dreams that catch and cling for years and years and years . . .
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