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August 22, 2008
I was contemplating a crescent moon in all of its quiet flawlessness; mesmerized by the unidentifiable colors of its glow against an indigo sky, and the illumination of a perfected silhouette of billowing clouds surrounding it. It is a stolen moment I routinely escape to on my brisk walk towards home. My youngest son and I are walking in silence when instinctually we pause. Further ahead my other children have stopped suddenly. They look frozen. It is a huge albino spider casting her web across the trees and bushes that have blocked our path. I am captured by such beauty.