Grieving via shoes. I boots, I have wandered a thousand miles in thee. How be it now I put you in the bin, after such selfless service; that I convey your husk to the mountain of discarded things? In my heart, you are the icon of the worship you conveyed me to; every sacred moment in the pines. And to those two still-whole pairs I may keep: will I find another stage? To keep you is a spark of hope; a gleam of premature grief-- a wish for what I have had among such dear memories. https://www.instagram.com/p/B9zHVogltr6/?igshid=p27h9az0jjy8

















