by Andrea Mulder-Slater
Dear feet,
I’m sorry.
I mean, here we are in Florida and there you are, completely
and totally naked.
But here’s the thing. I forgot your warm-weather shoes at
home. In the closet.
As you know, our exodus from the snow-ravaged north was
rushed (what with the back-to-back storms heading our way) and as a result, so
many things were left behind. My favourite black Capris, that cute sunhat I
ordered online, the poolside read I had picked out specifically for this trip…
All of it, forgotten. In the cold.
So here we stand, on this gorgeous salty beach, next to my
happily barefoot daughter. Exposed.
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