Dearest Sandle, you are on my left foot. I use you half as much as I used both feet combined, in a day. You are strapped on tight for a long and warm (possibly smelly) ride of a lifetime. I have taken you many places with me and my feet and my bags and my fortitude. I shall continue to drag your bleeding carcus off to Africa with the rest of the mutants. Oh where has my memory gone? Someday she shall return.
Sincerely. June 16, 2005
when i found this, i originally read it as an letter to Emese, then realized it was an actual letter to my sandle. but it works either way.
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ana_morphic) wrote,
hungry
