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The Story Knife 189
the crystal-bead rosaries in the dob kit on the table next to the
bed where he aimed his Camcorder into the soft light, framing the
waiting rectangle of white sheet like a Tlingit elder smoothing snow
for a story about to be told.
He sat in his chair, holding the delicate story knife, and waited.
His Camcorder hummed softly.
There were safe ways, ways as good if not better than the old
ways, for savoring beauty and making it, always before so passion-
ately fleeting, last forever.
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