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5 Snow Bridge We laid her on the driftwood pack and watched its uneven break sawing against the horizon. How did you protect her? The willows woven into the basket were budding. (I pictured her feet against the ambulance doors each time they stopped. I ran through the yard, to wean the hounds from their mother.) As we climbed the mountain pass we lost our switches in the snow, and the gently arcing trail of a hare, copied in the pattern of the lace. We were walking through the snow to clean the hobbles which were bent, as if to run. She left a needle, glinting from the cross-stitch: a silo for the grain; bare fields in the cross-stitch, winter scene; and these are the stitches left by a golden larch 6 on the forest floor. How did you know it would end? I watched trees mending the sky in the wind (using her hair as thread). ...

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