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57 JUST THIS ONCE who dawdled behind, clawing up storm clouds of silt— undisturbed and not disturbing I stand still breathing in sphagnum’s mossy sigh quiet after loon calls, follow unmarked paths left by stars too wild to show themselves anywhere but here, inhale her nursing musk, the bear I know is there. Everyone else snores. Black nets billow, let in a few mosquitoes. I sneak out, careful to prop shut the cabin door so porcupines won’t be tempted, pull on hip waders folded knee-high, head up the path not singing, not calling out, not jangling bells to warn the one who left tracks bigger than ours at the edge of the water and her spring cub ...

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