It is a frosty October morning. A new moon hangs in the pale sky. And I slide my feet into your old slippers. The thought occurs that I don't need to apologize for borrowing them anymore. You used to ask me not to take them. They were broken in just right for you. I had my own slippers. But after you died, I threw my own away. I didn't need them. I had yours. My feet needed to fit in the imprints you left. So I take a deep breath and open the door, And though my breath rises like a ghost into the cold air My feet and heart are warm as I whisper, "thank you."
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