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The giant spider was hanging by a thread high up in the air in front of me, casually swinging back and forth against the purple clouds and the setting sun. I wondered if she was enjoying the evening breeze, and whether she could catch her own reflection in the still water flooding the rice field beneath her. I stood still on the dirt path for a while, hypnotized by the pendulum-like motion of her hairy body, surfing the alternating currents of fear and fascination flowing through me, and feeling grateful for the safety of distant intimacy! Don’t look for her in this picture.  It was taken on the same walk, but another day!