“Unraveling the Secrets of ‘Traditions of a Mutt’: What Your Dog’s Mixed Breed Can Teach You About Love and Loyalty”
I looked down at my feet under the picnic table. Peeking out from my sandals, they were smooth and white. Useless feet, I thought. These soft heels have never run, not really. They did pick up speed for the ding of food through a restaurant passthrough when plates were up. They made moves for forgotten pots of boiling water on the stove and braced themselves over wet kitchen floors. But they did not run barefoot through the forest, gripping onto the bark of cedars to push them into the sky to safety.
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