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Mar 2013
I once saw her; walking towards the bars, and stores, and streets that I do.
Truthfully? I was not really concerned about her.
Rather?
Her feet.
The “clip clop” she made on the sidewalk.
Those shoes
I asked nobody.
I mean…
If that was her decision...
Who was I?
Written by
Simon Balnaton
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