Sunday, March 13, 2011

The nest knitters

In the still of the night, while the spider was knitting the moonlight into the air, she and the birds were knitting a nest. For the spring had almost sprouted, even the stars were singing about it. But there was still a little bit of a chill in the air, and so she kept a kettle of tea close to her. An occasional fish or two passed by, silently swimming in the vast sea of sky.

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