I'm walking with my head down today. Not because I'm sad, or lonely or wallowing in self pity just begging for a bully to pick on me, no. Simply because I'm watching. I'm watching feet. Some (most) people are disgusted with feet. Their stench, and their dry, cracked skin is a flaw on the body. But I'm watching feet because I'm fascinated by them. Enthralled by them. How some point in. How some point out. How fast they move how hard the stomp. How lightly they tip toe. How they make flips-flop. How some are disproportionate in that awkward stage of being a teenager. I love feet. I love the stories they tell. Where have they been? What have they tread on?
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