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By Jack Joseph Smith

embrace that only comes with an ending. Beyond the vines two more brick houses sentnoled anouther tree shadowed street, and watched us pass across the shade into a long green lawn curved with gardens graceing its body and a willow tree dropping its wishes on a fish pond. We walked to the far deep corner of the yard, and up small stone steps. Me looking into the water and seeing lilly's for beds under falling brown peddles and gold fish who would die every winter. Around us were pine trees, for fall-time pine cones for Christmas, and a white and high Sycomore over still anouther Neighbors home. We walked with a sent of follage PASSING a wooden railed porch and a full Budded cherry tree, with my mother saying, it's so beautiful, around to the front part of our new home again. I thought my mother would want to walk all the way around again. We didn't. We went in, while my father held open the big thick wooden door.

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The walk reaches a fish pond under willow and sycamore shade, then closes with the family turning back toward the house through a garden so beautiful the child wants to circle it again.

The far corner of the yard becomes a place of lilies, dead-winter goldfish, pine cones, layered trees, and passing foliage. The desire to keep walking around the home again gives the scene a child's sense of abundance, as if the property could keep generating new edges.

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The family's walk around the new home passes brick houses that 'sentnoled anouther tree shadowed street', a willow 'dropping its wishes on a fish pond', lilies under 'falling brown peddles', and 'gold fish who would die every winter'. They circle past pine trees, a high Sycomore, and 'a full Budded cherry tree' as the mother says 'it's so beautiful', and go in while the father holds open 'the big thick wooden door.'

The page is a child's inventory of abundance, with every tree and pond marking the new property as a small world. Death enters lightly through the goldfish that die each winter, keeping the beauty seasonal and fragile. The wish to walk around again, answered by 'We didn't.', gives the tour a quiet sense of limit as the family passes indoors.