He bent over to tie his shoelaces, before straightening up, looking again into the little arched and tree-lined entryway into the forest.

He’d just moved to Canada from his hometown in Europe. He’d gotten a new job and would start in a couple of days. As it was, he’d already gone in to meet his new colleagues, and everything was exciting and good. 

It jarred him that there was just this little imperfection.

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