I never expected to see her again. I have been singing to her at night. Three days ago she sat her largely destroyed web, I thought for the last time. But I keep singing her in my heart. She is my ally.

Last night, after a week, the web had not been mended. But I stayed with her in my heart. To live or die, I am with my friend. Then, this afternoon: a new web! And my skinny, tiny ally with four remaining legs flying dauntlessly against the backdrop of the blue-white daytime moon.

Avaefiir.