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Day 159: Shoes

I am ready to trade in my shoes, they are worn and ripped, though they carried me far, I don't think they fit these feet anymore. These stumbling feet that found timid purchases on jagged edges. Calluses, where I managed the irritation and blisters where I broke, unable to suffer anymore. Hoping that by the… Continue reading Day 159: Shoes

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Day 90: ┬áLove size 8.5

I see you standing there Resplendent in all your glory Bold and black Tall and strong I know you will carry me places Make me stand proud An added three inches Of laser cut patent leather Love. (c) Manivillie Kanagasabapathy