In the rainy season, which I'm in now for several interminable months, I regret the long hems of my pants. They drag on the streets, fraying, and by the end of the day, they are muddy and forlorn.
When will I be warm again? It feels like I'll never be warm again. My clothes are suited for different climes. One day I'll move and the place and my accoutrements for the place will correspond.
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I live in the Pacific Northwest. I like fashion, writing, and photography, and I'm always sifting through the past and thinking about the nature of memory. For these reasons, I keep a blog to record the more transient moments of my interests.
1 comment:
I think you need some 4 inch platform sandals with built in toe-umbrellas.
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