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My brother and I often went down into Old Woman Swamp. He would gather wildflowers, wild violets, honeysuckle, yellow jasmine, snakeflowers, and waterlilies, and with wire grass we’d weave them into necklaces and crowns.
I'm going to teach you to walk." said my brother as he heaved me up again, and I collapsed... again. This time I just stayed in the grass... I just wanted to give up. "I just can't do it. Let's make honeysuckle wreaths." "Oh yes you can, Doodle," he said. "All you got to do is try. Now come on," and he hauled me up once more.
I would always lie about people who would fly where they wanted. I would lie and tell about a boy named Peter, who had a peacock with a ten foot tail,that was my favorite one.
"Did you get the scarlet ibis buried?" asked Daddy, but I didn't speak and just nodded my head. "Go wash your hands, and then you can have some peach cobbler," said Mama. "I'm not hungry," I said. "Dead birds is bad luck, especially red dead birds!" said Aunt Nicey.
As black clouds began to gather before, and I kept watching them, trying to pull the oars a little faster. I was so tired and frightened as we both stepped off the skiff I collapsed onto the mud.
As my eyes drooped, I watched as my own brother leave me.
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