On an exercise kick, I walked three miles every day on a bark-mulched trail. One day I passed by a piece of bark that looked just like a high-heeled shoe. I began to wish I had that little shoe. In the following months, I kept an eye out for it, and collected other "body parts" as I encountered them. Eventually, the little shoe resurfaced, and I assembled this lady, my imaginary walking companion.

Walking Lady
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