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November 8, 2008
It annoys me when people leave things lying around the house. It gets on my goat. I'm constantly telling my husband to pick up his trainers.

Everything has a home, and in my home people should respect that enough to be respectful enough to tidy after themselves.

That is except for the pair of pink faded puma's near the door. They almost served as an art piece. They were nothing special, had dried mud on the soles, one unraveled lace, a stain.



These shoes were different. They were my mothers, she dropped them there exhausted, the day before she died.