perfect fit

I was given a new pair of shoes and sat to pull them on and lace them up.

They fit perfectly. So perfectly that I couldn’t feel them at all. It felt like I wasn’t wearing anything, like it was just me.

I thought: I could go anywhere in these. I could do anything and it wouldn’t feel like work. It would feel like joy.


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