This delicate hangs in morning light,
suspended in some spider’s spun delight,
a wispy statement of fragile beauty,
from some web-based arachnid cutie.
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Not too long ago, I had a birthday which pushed me closer to 40 years old than 30. I took a close look in the mirror, saw a few more gray hairs on my head, and even a few new ones in my eyebrows. 697 more words