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I didn't touch it. I didn't arrange it. There it was, without its mate, in its final resting place of glass shards and gravel. Caked with dirt, gnawed by some mysterious mammal, the suede shoe cast a jagged, menacing shadow. In the stillness of the bright April afternoon, why was a chilling ripple of darkness spreading along my spine? What was the shoe's tale?
Shoe found in the parking area for the Appalachian Trail, Pawling, NY, 4/08.
3 comments:
There's a poem/story/mystery in that shoe for sure! Great find, great photo...
I agree! Loved your poem on qarrtsiluni.
Thanks! And for the comments there too.
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