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Natural History
The spider, dropping down from twig,
Unwinds a thread of his devising;
A thin, premeditated rig
To use in his rising,
And all the journey down through space,
In cool descent, and loyal hearted,
He builds a ladder to the place
From which he started.
Thus I, gone forth, as spiders do
In spiders web a truth discerning
Attach one silken strand to you
For my returning
-E.B. White
Saranac Lake, The Adirondacks, New York
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