The other morning after a usual busy summer weekend on LBI, I was on my morning walk/jog to filter out the old system, “toxins in, toxins out,” when I noticed a pair of unusually high-wedged shoes on the ground. It brought back memories of my younger years whenwe would dance all night until our feet could take no more of the uncomfortable, gorgeous shoes thatwe crammed our feet into to go clubbing, for lack of better words as I have no idea if the verbiage has since changed.
The poor, discarded shoes stood out like a sore thumb on that sunny Sunday morning.
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