These boots are well-worn. They were once well cared for. Their soles now threadbare. They were once fresh and new. They’ve meandered along murky paths. They’ve paddled through putrid puddles. They’ve floundered over filthy fields. They’ve been soiled and stained by stench. They’re tattered and tired. They long to be smart and strong. They’re ruined and ravaged. They long to be repaired and redeemed. These boots no longer...