I think my brain sends all my worries to my feet.
I'm happy, yes.
But my feet hurt,
quietly.
I am going to write a story of some variety, long or short, fictitious or factual, every single day for a year. Wish me luck.
I am going to write a story of some variety, long or short, fictitious or factual, every single day for a year. Wish me luck.
Be nice to your feet and they'll be nice to you! Indulge with scrubs, rubs and rest.
ReplyDeleteChop em off. No feet. No foot pain.
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