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The Nevada hillside led me down among the Pinion Pines past the filled in silver mine, the cowboy coffee *** on the ground. The wind blew through the trees without a sound- before my eyes, I saw a sight, as spider webs one by one one after another spun glimmering in the afternoon sun, Spider webs spiraling past, Thinner than thin stronger than strong, Blowing from where? Blowing to where? Spun and spun through that air. A mustang came through the trees, I looked at him he looked at me - These mountain hills held the echoes of  dreams, come and gone, Spider webs blowing through the sun, riding upon the horses of the silent winds.
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Jun 22, 2015
Jun 22, 2015 at 10:37 AM UTC
Spider Webs From a Mountain Hill
The Nevada hillside led me down among the Pinion Pines past the filled in silver mine, the cowboy coffee *** on the ground. The wind blew through the trees without a sound- before my eyes, I saw a sight, as spider webs one by one one after another spun glimmering in the afternoon sun, Spider webs spiraling past, Thinner than thin stronger than strong, Blowing from where? Blowing to where? Spun and spun through that air. A mustang came through the trees, I looked at him he looked at me - These mountain hills held the echoes of  dreams, come and gone, Spider webs blowing through the sun, riding upon the horses of the silent winds.
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Jun 22, 2015
Jun 22, 2015 at 10:37 AM UTC
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