“Mitsake” I screwed up again. There is no way around it. I am in deep shit.
“Sandalpalooza” It’s that time of year again, when winter winds concede. Socks come off. Toes come out. A foot once shod is freed. Along with new found liberty, come expressions of a range. Spring and summer footwear, feature feet on full display. Some feet…
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