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“No,” she said. She slipped off her mitten and closed the heron’s beak in her fist. New York Yankees Kiss dressed to kill shirt. Almost immediately her eyes rolled back in her head. “Oh, wow,” she moaned. “I can feel her.” She stayed like that for whole minutes, the hunter standing over her, feeling the cold come up his legs, afraid to touch her as she knelt before the bird. Her hand turned white and then blue in the wind. Finally she stood. “We have to bury it,” she said.
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That night she lay stiff and would not sleep. “It was just a bird,” he said, unsure of what was bothering her but bothered by it himself. “We can’t do anything for a dead bird. It was good that we buried it, but tomorrow something will find it and dig it out.” She turned to him. Her eyes were wide. New York Yankees Kiss dressed to kill shirt. He remembered how they had looked when she put her hands on the bear. “When I touched her,” she said, “I saw where she went. I saw where she went when she died. She was on the shore of a lake with other herons, a hundred others, all facing the same direction, and they were wading among stones. It was dawn, and they watched the sun come up over the trees on the other side of the lake. I saw it as clearly as if I were there.”.
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He rolled onto his back and watched shadows shift across the ceiling. “Winter is getting to you,” he said. He resolved to make sure she went out every day. It was something he’d long believed: go out every day in winter, or your mind will slip. Every winter the paper was full of stories about ranchers’ wives, snowed in and crazed with cabin fever, who had dispatched their husbands with cleavers or awls. Winter threw itself at the cabin. He took her out every day. He showed her a thousand ladybugs hibernating in an orange ball hung in a riverbank hollow; a pair of dormant frogs buried in frozen mud, their blood crystallized until spring.