Not exactly a lost sole, but a lost pair maybe - proud and on the side of a barn. Route 55, WV.
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You've seen them, they're everywhere - in the best neighborhoods, in the poorest neighborhoods . . . forever traveling solo, abandoned by the side of the road. How do they usually become separated from their mirror twin? How do they manage to hang from overhead wires, the lucky ones, discarded with their mates - hanging by a shoelace, evenly divided? Untouched and unmoved - this is exactly how I find them and how I leave them. Aren't they fun?
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