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The Feet Never Lie

The feet never lie. I do not ask what she means But I think about what she has said for over twenty years. The feet never lie? The feet never lie? I stare at my feet, Wishing I had asked. Wondering what stopped me. I have my doubts about you. Gulp. It is my thesis committee chair. I do not ask what he means, because I am terrified. I keep silent, wondering. I have wondered for twenty-two years. I have my doubts about you. Hm…… I have my doubts about you. Casual comments. Probably long-forgotten by the ones who uttered them. They have had a profound effect on me, Making me realize that I needed to ask. Wondering what stopped me.

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Date: 11/6/2018 1:37:00 PM
Yes, why do we do that? Why don't we ask right then and there? Perhaps they mean nothing and they're just bluffing to see our reactions? Is it a test of our personality and strengths? I've got one I'm still wondering about, too. Well penned.
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 11/6/2018 1:40:00 PM
It is strange to me that these questions I had were never answered only due to my own hesitance to ask them.
Date: 11/6/2018 7:53:00 AM
It is strange how we let those "casual comments" slide sometimes... and like you say, wonder about them even years later. Great write! ;)
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 11/6/2018 8:09:00 AM
I sometimes think "why didn't I ask?" what kept me silent?

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