It's good I live in a relatively small city because I've been known to slam on my brakes from time to time, like when I spotted this twosome so neatly stashed by the side of the road, for example. This pair of gorgeous black cowboys boots just stood by the curb looking like they were waiting for something, or someone.
Usually when you spot a shoe on the road it's a singular thing, the lone remnant suggesting debauchery or heartache or violence or all three. But this trim and tidy cinematic pair of Harley Davidson boots emitted a feeling of elegant mystery.
It could be the beginning of a long story, or it could be end of one...
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