Prompt for December 19: Four Lines of Prose about Cobwebs

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[Prompt from http://daily-writing.blogspot.com/ .]

It was a slow—agonizingly slow—journey through the house. Every corner and crevice was white lace, with the layers of dust overlaid by cobwebs. Ever the adventurer, Chester had no qualms about the disarray: he was far too busy tearing the cobwebs from their holdings and shaking them about as if they were his rope.

That’s a dog for you.

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