It's almost six years old, if my memory serves me correctly. I miss those shoes. I don't miss smoking milds, though.
Looking at this picture makes me think about personal growth - how we make it from several point A's to innumerable point B's. Who is at fault for our transformation - and is it always positive, even if it feels like an internal betrayal?
Are you truly responsible forever for what you tame?
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