This morning I move the chest of drawers forward to look for lost earrings. I find two silver hearts fallen there together and to my surpirse a single gold bangle, suspended just above the skirting board, wrapped in the melting grey velvet of a cobweb, held fast.
I rescue it and wonder which magpie Midas spider coveted and caught it and whether there was disappointment when they learnt the cold hard truth that gold doesn't taste good.
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