The other day a daddy longlegs made its way across the table outside while I was working, all the time bobbing up and down. He reminded me of the kind of dance all mothers do when trying to calm a crying infant, shh shh shh, or the moves we do behind the wheel when a particular groovy tune is on the radio, bobbing to the beat. He also had one feeler out…
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