Back in 2012 I spent five months in Paris.
I walked a lot of miles.
I learned a lot new that I hadn't learned in previous sojourns.
I pretty much abandoned the Metro; I walked instead.
But one of my favorite memories from those five months was Laila.
She was a spider.
She lived just outside the window that looked out on my terrace.
Windows offset from the door to the terrace.
If she had built her web over the door that would not have been good.
But she didn't.
Build it there.
So we got along famously.
I thought that she was beautiful.
We talked occasionally, but I never understood much of what she said.
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