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Redux

Shoes; a pair fit in my hand Shoes sometimes bronzed for museum-reverence, dusty display on living room mantle Unfathomable they once thundered across hardwood floors in a symphonic cacophony of thumping, giggles, pure joy. Little shoes; toy-like. Worn soles, tattered … Continue reading

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