Maybe its the smell of the woods or the molecular specks of pine, snow and river water, embedded in the leather, that remind me of the fleet foxes. The soul of these shoes has eyes, eyes that know. They have seen fox kits hurtling through frosty caves, boys in red snowsuits cutting down a fine Christmas pine, wild plump raspberry's picked by sweaty near infant fingers. I love any type of clothing that has character. I found these beauties at the thrift shoppe today when my friend and I decided to treasure hunt for old finds. They were 5.99, totally cheap! I'm very pleased with my fashion exploits today. Hooray!
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