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I can imagine the architecture in her mind better now, since I put my fly eye goggles on and saw the highlighted edge made in digital imaging. Pity the poor fly, abstract at 100mph, pretty picture, nice rock, was that a rock? And there she sits, almost asleep, and yet I don’t think for a moment that she waits idle for a new victim. More likely dreaming plans in her mind with one ear on the web. Fabulous things and I can only wonder at the designs flowing through her as she sits quiet gently rocking inside. An old woman patiently silent, knitting by the fire. I can’t show you the other photo, moments later, it’s brown. I had to take my goggles off, I got too close and she moved while I was trying to get my balance. It was scary, I’m sorry, call me names if you want.