My life has always been measured in the soles of other people’s shoes. I am a cobbler, a dying breed in a world of fast fashion and disposable sneakers. My shop, “Sole & Heel,” sits on the corner of 4th and Main in a small town in Ohio where the rust belt meets the cornfields. It smells of beeswax, leather glue, and the dust of a thousand miles walked by my neighbors.
Ten years ago, that shop was my entire world. It was quiet. It was predictable. It was lonely.Then came Laura.
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