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wrenfink said: Weaving, jumping, spinning, spitting, healing, sailing on spinnerets...what kind will Nancy turn out to be?
The pattern will change . . . because I am here.
from the flap:
A girl walks across the Brooklyn Bridge, a backpack full of knitting slung over her shoulder, a green fish kite in her hand.
A boy balances on the bridge's crisscross webbing, waiting for the girl to pass.
Are they angels? Spiders? In love? Or in danger? Once they connect, they'll start a chain of events that could stretch out smoothly like the river below them -- or become knotted like a tangled web of spider silk
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