“The dew lay heavy and thick upon the grass by the roadside, and over the miles of network that the spiders had woven from blossom to blossom of the heather.  The dew is the Sun’s breakfast; but he was barely up yet, and had not eaten it, and the world felt anything but warm.” 

Juliana Horatia Ewing

The Brownies & Other Tales

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