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when-we-were-six-we-rolled-down-the-grassy-hills-through-violets-and-walked-through-fields-of-purple-thistles-blooming-over-our-heads-dodging-their-spiked-and-thorny-leaves-a-short-cut-between-our-houses-skirting-neighbors-yards-and-fences-and-barking-dogs-and-the-creek-which-was-only-there-as-your-mom-said-at-your-memorial-service-yesterday-if-it-had-rained-we-skated-in-the-living-room-sock-footed-on-the-giant-cardboard-box-our-oven-or-refrigerator-or-some-other-appliance-came-in-only-after-it-had-fallen-apart-from-having-first-been-a-house-or-rocket-ship-we-played-swinging-statues-and-red-rover-and-mother-may-i-on-the-hill-by-the-pines-and-walked-and-rode-our-bikes-in-giant-circles-past-the-familiar-houses-flying-down-the-steep-hills-instead-of-walking-our-bikes-up-them-there-was-only-one-way-to-go