No, not exactly referring to the flip flops that were readily tearing apart. But it was a cold night to begin with. My husband and I were walking down the rainy street when my impractical mind and I came upon that.
That; a receipt sheet, perhaps flown away from someone's bag, perhaps purposely folded into a heart, perhaps stepped upon unnoticed on that rainy night. In an abstracted, fanciful way, love indeed is everywhere.
Even down the forgotten, rainy street.
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