" "It's light. Wood. Everything was fresh and bright, from the kindly manners of the Frutigen cobbler, who hammered mountain nails into her boots, to the unfamiliar wild flowers that spangled the wayside. "Bring him out, Quilt. “I do hope you will see how things are, and not be offended with me or frightfully shocked and distressed by what I have done. E below. It slipped out—as did that “she”. The dog was, in a sense, a gift of the gods. She slipped on white thin-soled tennis shoes with no socks, her ankles exposed as Shari had once suggested they be worn. She was very satisfied about this.
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