Lake Lewisia #618

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The knitting spooled out around her in all directions, looping over chair arms and ensnaring curtain rods. The days had long since passed when she thought she was only making some socks or a sweater or a throw, and now were the days when she simply knew that the web had to be made strong and well-anchored around her. By then, she had stopped wondering where all the yarn came from to keep it going, her thoughts bent only on the stitches, on the web, on the prey to come.

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LL#618