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71 BRAIDED RIVER Under the ice, burbot glide as if giving birth to silence. Someone who held the auger straight drilled clean through to moving water, set gear, then hurried home, chilled blood pulling back from the surface, circling deeper toward the center, the sacred. As all winter the heartwood holds the gathered birch sap still. Ours is only one bend of a wild, braided river. ...

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