There is a wide warm clear shallow river filled with thousands of horseshoe crabs. She plunges in the river chased by her large muscular dog drug mind. They float, wash up against the walls of a dam, avoiding the sluice. There is an arch shaped niche in a wall. In it lies a velvet covered throne with an engraved wooden frame. Old objects are placed there and restored. The woman sits and emerges taller by a length, stronger, her skin aglow. There is an island covered in sheep where we eat biscuits made of soft bones. The house is painted white and covered in children’s drawings. We walk the old black dog under a flowered tree. There are coyotes in the attic, hid among broken pottery. They steal down at night to skin the orange cat. The father says “it will mend.” He places the fur pelt back on the cat, and it does.