Day 248

It has been 248 days since I arrived in Ann Arbor.

I found a pair of sneakers on my way home.
Each shoe laces tied to the other no to divide.

Then it hanged on a branch, so high that I could reach without a ladder.
It was there.

Someone threw up it, and he could not pick up it?
But why he thew after tying up?
(If not tying, it is easy to imagine. I played kicking my shoe away when I was child.)

Otherwise, it was a kind of cherry?
But it smelled sour rather than sweet!

Anyway, that was a strange scene for me.

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