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It is lovely in its simple complexity.

A methodical tangle of string.

Airy and weightless. Fragile.

Until you touch it and it won’t let go.

They call it a web, but it is more than that.

It is a boundary. It is a cage.

To keep things in.

To keep things out.

About flax-golden tales. Photo by Carey Farrell. Text by Erin Morgenstern.

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