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my boots

by @rantipoleghost

dirt and grime line the bottom panels. worn down, worn out, but war ready. an orange-tan tint on old suede. an elegant design with thick rubber soles. the cushion of leather around the brim. thin, yellow-amber laces. sleek and comfortable yet tough and durable.
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Dec 8, 2014
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