Mystery and the anticipation of a mysterious message. Written in the language of dreams, not to-do-lists. Written on the inside of small stones which you gather as you walk your usual route. Walking in your red shoes might lead to a fortuitous journey. Yes, those red shoes.
No sense making the crimson blue, she blurts out at tea time. Used to being ignored, he offers a hand and now that her mind is made up to walk, she shall traverse for hours the undocumented holdings.
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