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A tiny spider made its way from the celling to my lap. 
A moment of indiscretion would have snuffed out its little life. 

I blew a jet of air its way. 
The little spider landed safely under the sofa, gathered itself, and went on with its tiny life.

If you could save The Savior, my little one, who am I to judge you. 
Wish you a full life. Stay around.
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  1. the other side of meNovember 23, 2013 at 6:50 PM

    :) Thats the good thing about life..we help each other
    Stay around

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  2. Jerral MilesNovember 24, 2013 at 8:01 AM

    Especially good thoughts... well said.

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  3. I RomanticizeDecember 6, 2013 at 1:04 AM

    I am so glad you didn't kill the little thing :-)

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    1. RajeshDecember 6, 2013 at 9:50 PM

      How could I? That will be one inhabitant less in my house !! I have such a tough time getting the lizards to stay back as well :)

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  4. Amrit SinhaDecember 10, 2013 at 9:44 AM

    This is so beautiful ....and your words are always so well formed :-)

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    1. RajeshDecember 10, 2013 at 9:58 AM

      Thanks Amrit. Coming from you, that is Huge :)

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  5. Jerral MilesDecember 23, 2013 at 11:56 AM

    Beautiful...

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