Leather Sandals
January 21st 2007 It was her shoes that I noticed first. Resting in a pile on the wooden hostel floor, my eyes were immediately drawn to their uniqueness. Tattered from years of wear, dusty brown leather with stretched cross-straps barely clinging to the sole.
Once I finally met the owner of these shoes, I realized that she could be epitomized in her shoes. She was reading quietly in the corner and
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