Every year, as the frost turned to spring, the chain of caravans
came. The Wondering Folk, as they dubbed themselves, camped just outside the
town for a couple weeks, offering all sorts of delights and services.
And every year, she came with them. The first time, we were children,
I gave her a copper piece so she’d shine my shoes, and then for another copper,
a brief kiss.
As the years went on, she became my first true kiss, my
first time, my first other time…
And eventually, she became my wife.
She still charges me for shoe polishing though.
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