They are brown with braiding, a nice leather sole made for a guy whose feet can be trapped in boots up hills and out in the woods. He puts them on for an occasion. A slide his feet in forward motion, keep going till he's laid back on a couch. His feet crossed in front of him. Toes and tan and smooth skin. It's quite beautiful.
Today I am grateful for an alarm, for ibuprofen, for a friend who asked about him and one who wanted to know about his shoes.
Remember this? I showed it to him.
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