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When My Foot was Wet

The Mississippi River seeps through the concrete, the grass is smushy when you step. “Oh, drat.” I lift my leg. “My foot is wet.” Well, no wonder. The sole has separated from the body. My foot is having an out-of-body experience. I’m having fun, running the dog through the parking lot. She tears in circles, herding imaginary sheep. * Sarcophagus...

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