mynameisfinch.blogspot.com 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.
Together, under a clear blue sky