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Lynn Edge

Heidi

a black and silver Schnauzer, my companion for a dozen years, sleeps on the checkered quilt that covers me. Do I stir first? Or does she? Either way, she knows I am awake, lies at the foot of the bed, muzzle between front legs, waiting. With long familiarity, we rise in unison—feet and paws touch the floor at the same time.

a hint of shadows
along the old dog's ribs
winter chill

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