Tales of a cobbler would differ from all tales I tell.
A snap, a snag, a yank of the protection that cocoons my feet seeing it deems fit I walk on my feet. I hear the alluring song the cobbler plays with his shoes, a spark of hope I feel
Do you still want me to tell more tales of the cobbler? Photo by:
Erinolaakin
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