A Dream Perhaps
I remember days when I could barely walk because my toes were so bloody or my feet were too sore. My legs would cramp up at night and my back would ache intolerably. Even though I was six years old at the time, I had the appearance of an old woman hunched over and holding my back while I dragged along at a slug’s pace.
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