The other night I looked down and became fascinated with the texture, mystery and form of old moccasins tossed aside on an oriental rug.
What stories they could tell of Amish country, Chicago, Philadelphia, Delaware; of hawks and falcons, cemeteries and ancestors; steeples, museums, artifacts and doorstops. They meander through moments of joy and sadness...knowing there is more to come.
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