Emily resumed her walks in the park when the dog bites healed. She took her faux leather sandals along the shaded paths for the first time in what felt like years. Shut up in winter, there was an odor to the house that had crept through her cuts and lay annealed beneath her skin. Hot summer rains and green lawnmower smells brought her to life. The park paths were like rugs she beat with the soles of her sandals, her cleansing walks.
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