the zephyred evening
Even if I keep every ship ammo'd, we're going to get tired. We have to start killing them!
The mail is delayed by a heavy fall of snow.
Then, suddenly, with her eight legs wide-spread, she lets herself drop straight down, hanging to the line that issues from her spinnerets
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