{"text":"The orange of the golden carp appeared at the edge of the pond. . . . We watched in silence at the beauty and grandeur of the great fish. Out of the corners of my eyes I saw Cico hold his hand to his breast as the golden carp glided by. Then with a switch of his powerful tail the golden carp disappeared into the shadowy water under the thicket.","author":"Rudolfo Anaya","tags":["anaya","beauty","bless","carp","fish","golden","me","orange","rudolfo","ultima"],"id":6637,"author_id":"Rudolfo+Anaya"}