I fell tonight in a direction i recognize because I know the area. I fell the southeastern side, where I usually seat back to southeast, I tripped on something since my feet has to be eased while walking because of blisters nowadays from very long walks (Details in the book). Anyways I fell and I know exactly how I got up. I got myself up. Now my material things were a different issue. I realized as I got up that I didn’t have my shoes. And there were two people around me. I picked up my bags. The White woman picked up my black shoe and helped me align it as I got up. Very Helpful. The black woman did nothing . Just stood and asked me if i was okay. More importantly, I realized that I didn’t have shoes. NOt because I it was a seating position but rather because i never go down eastward. Never. My readers, there is no doubt in my mind now, I am barefoot. So, however can anyone explain the tales of high heels?
The Tales of High Heels
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