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I walked miles in these boots.
They were a gift from my beloved, the last he ever gave me.
These boots and I traveled the world, saw sights you wouldn’t believe, crossed continents and time zones, flew in the skies, sailed on the seas, climbed mountains, explored caves.
Not a single blister, sore or bunion, these boots caressed and adored my feet with each loving step.
Now ten years on, I am unable to walk anywhere, but I have my memories.
The boots share pride of place on the patio outside my bedroom and burst forth with their own life. I just provided the soil from my travels….. Mother Nature did the rest.
Written for Roger Shipp’s Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner week #14