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89 Umbilical As far as the eye will take you it’s honeysuckle and cedar, skeleton of last fall’s teasel and this spring’s pasture. From the height of the narrows where the crease comes down into the valley redbud flows over broken rocks, and later in May the flowering cones of black locust cloud the basin floor. Black Angus bent in supplication to hunger hear the echo of our voices as we ascend the ridge, wishing one another a sweet Sabbath and our own gladness at having yet one more day near the navel of this blessed world’s unraveling. ...

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