Tender Feet; Bright Moon

Isn't it lame that I limp and pick my steps gingerly as I take a few bottles out to the recycle bin by the curb, so tender are my feet.

But how cool is it that I can take the laundry off the line in a hidden corner of the yard in the dead of night, so bright is the almost-full moon.

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