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(It was already dark outside, but we pulled our blinds and put one red Christmas light on. We sat at our dark-topped walnut table in the living room. Upon it we had spread a triangular piece of black cloth. We also wore dark clothing. On the cloth we lay Jane’s wedding ring. It was very dimly visible; we sat opposite each other, hands flat upon the cloth and sometimes touching, with the ring always visible between our hands. We sat quietly. Nothing happened, though we felt we might be cultivating a mood. After a while we substituted for the ring a Spanish-American military insignia, of brass, that Jane’s grandfather had secured from his brother. It was part of a medal; Jane had polished it the day before, and removed the ribbon.

(I saw the feet of a man walking along a flat dusty reddish road. He was I think barefoot, though I wondered about some kind of rudimentary sandal. He carried no staff, and had what was apparently a brownish long robe flapping about the calves of his legs. The legs were thin. I could not see the man’s head or shoulders, or even his waist. The land was very flat, reds and browns. There was nothing but horizon in the far distance on the left side, beyond the feet.