Monday, January 21, 2013

Footsteps

The footsteps in the fresh snow speak loudly to me. Some are long and tell "Watch out! It's slippery here!" Others are short with brown tufts between heels - promises of safety. Some are in the grass beside others and say "I am a rebel and a friend!" Others still are nearly buried, alone. The footsteps walk me safely home in the storm.

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