These aren't my shoes.
Somewhere along the line I stopped throwing out my shoes when they wore out. Everywhere you go, your shoes, boots, sandals, whatever, there they are. I can look at the small box of worn out boots and know that everywhere I've been, something in that box has been there with me.
I don't know whose shoes these are. I don't know where they've been. I'm sure there are stories there.
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