This elation expressed in poem occured before we encountered the climactic scene, in the real-account essay 'The Silent, Mysterious Witness.'
Cross the street
Of rocks and writhe
Search a piece of wit.
Along the way the woodwords say
Strawberry Jams for sale!
Slippery sweetly red
And ripened berries
Slither in your lips
Little kids with lithe cheeks
Mothers' hearty smiling lips
Will little girl take us there
Quaint cottage, ripply water?
Greeting flowers dweller and creep
Taste sweet water of limestone creek.
Bye smiling ladies!
And little girl, thanks to you...
Kinda' notice with little girl's face
Radiant sweet as strawberry ways!
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