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The Spider

Tiny and self-centered, she spins a beautiful yet deadly web that attracts all yet releases no one. Instead, her unique masterpiece beckons and embroiders itself around the incautious observer, who realizes too late his role in this irreversible pattern of destruction.

The web sustains only the spider in its fragile, crystal beauty. The remarkable trap flows out of the almost unnoticeable creature like life itself.

Then, at the end of her weaving, she clings to the center of her creation until she, like the others, realizes her futile existence and dies.

- Mary O. Fumento, 1987

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