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In by Fannie on January 21, 2011 at 4:36 pm

I walked home barefoot last night.  My feet begged.  They don’t often yell out.  Through the mist I plunged on the cold pavement.  There could be glass around and the walk home was yet far.  One slice and my day’s routines would be hard.  But those feet have carried me far before and their souls are laced with the DNA from countless nameless, faceless creatures.  My feet and I, we’ve had our disagreements but these days we’ve come to some sort of agreement.  In the mist I whisper sweet nothings to them and thank them for all their selfless work.

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