December 2007

To go through life as if one had all the time in the world or no time at all?

~14th. December 2007


Yesterday at DB I saw the most beautiful pair of feet. She was wearing black felt slippers, those with a thin piece of sole and a single strap across the top of one’s toes. Her feet were of the palest waterlily, with the toenails in a pretty shade of red with white flowers imprints. Clean and subterranean, an unseemly blush of the most becoming pink edged out over the flats of her feet to touch the delicate ankle bones. Such a beautiful flush. Like the red of kiss-swollen lips and love seen through rose-tinted glasses.

~20th. December 2007

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