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I lay down this afternoon and the dog lay down beside, his thick pelt against my legs and ribs, that should I wake I might know the confidence of fur against my skin. The touch had courage like the fire burning gently in the stove that heats the house all winter long; and all the dark and cold of thought receded from within that russet cloud of love where we mingled   in our separate dreams of prehistoric fires and running in the hunt looking for the other's eyes until they met and locked and dog and man were both made whole again within the pack of man and dog.