...went on a nice walk with Lola and our dog, Summer one morning. I found a few little baby toys that looked familiar hanging on the fence by the sidewalk. I turned the corner, found more, hanging on a crepe myrtle branch, walked up the block a little more, and one was hanging in a lime tree. I guess Lola was having too much fun on our journey that day before, or not enough....
...and this is what is mysterious. Who was the soul who came behind us, following the same path, to pick up each little toy off the ground and hang them on random things? and to still be there the next day, with all the people walking, and all the dogs being walked....
Things like this happen here.
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