April 27, 2004
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Monday, April 26, Evening:
I have seen three spiders this day.
The first one evoked fear. As I lay on the pool table in the Kat, staring at the spider, I point it out. Someone is immediately afraid. Soon rumours of a giant spider spread through the room. And when those on the other end of this game of telephone see the culprit, they scoff. It is a small spider: not worthy of this fear.
The second spider saw anger. I was sitting by the front door waiting for Missina, when someone pointed it out. As it climbed down the wall, a shoe flew past my head. It missed, and the Spider fell off the wall. I couldn’t see where it landed.
The third spider was beautiful. As I was walking down the hall, it glided down it’s invisible support, about a foot from my face. I stopped, just to consider the beauty in it. It was a perfect picture: legs out stretched, floating peacefully down. As it lowered past my face, I bent over to see it closer. Startled, it climbed back up speedily. It stopped again, right at the level of my head. It was a beautiful spider.
Comments (5)
two words aron
"your weird!"
agh! just read and comprehended "not worthy of this fear"... i'll show you fear, will no i won't.. but i'm terrified of spiders... so it was so worthy of my fear... so there :-p
i like this entry . . . it made me smile my friend. ohh yes, it made me smile.
i hate spiders. the part where you described the "beautiful" spider, it gave me the willies. goodness, how many spiders are in tyndale? you poor poor people.
*breathes a sigh of recollection*(if there is such a thing), if i'm not mistaken the shoe was mine.
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