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For a few moments
on the side of the house
the main thing I was doing
wasn’t painting, not even scraping.
I was disturbing the spiders,
the big fat spiders, the residents
of the wall over the peeling paint
They hovered expectantly waiting for prey
protecting their egg sacks, their children,
and I was the intruder into their world,
not the other way around.

August 6, 2007 22:40
Our mission trip,
from Wesley United Methodist Church,
Concord, NH and from First United Methodist Church,
Hudson, MA to Jacksonville and Machias, ME
to the Down East Maine Mission,
Jacksonville United Methodist Campground,
East Machias, ME

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