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  • It turns heart-shaped a few weeks each year, just after melt off. No fish can live here—oxygen deplete, a condition which seems to describe more than it can. One April morning years ago I saw rabbit tracks descend the far bank, then go a few feet onto the ice, then a hole. I felt that hole in the various ways all day, and have thought ever since, shouldn’t an animal know better? About the ramifications of oxygen deplete, I mean. Like the boy, who was four then, yammering off questions faster than he could breathe. There can never be less than nothing, right? What’s the biggest thing that isn’t real? How much does our pond weigh?
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