Sunday, September 12, 2010


I once walked a mile in someone
else's shoes before noticing my
mistake. I immediately turned
around, retraced my steps, and

replaced the shoes outside someone's
door. It could have been anyone's
door, I guess, but it wasn't. It was
someone's door. The

shoes had been left there
for someone else to shine.
I wasn't someone else,
so I didn't shine the shoes.

I just left them there,
outside someone's door.

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