the beach is a beautiful place. a place to relax and allow the stresses to melt away. apply the sunscreen, grab a book, kick off the sandals and lay on a towel until you’re ready to face the world again. The world will be there when you return.
i wear them on my feet, so they don’t get dirty ;]
at the moment i have gold strappy ones.
jesus and moses and all those guys used to wear them, back in bible times and all.. i guess their feet must have gotten real dirty with all the dust blowin round the show =/
philip-philops anybody?
the wonder of leather that doesn’t stop hugging and shrinking. it has buckles and ripped at the soles. i’ve worn you so long.
but where is my beach? my sand and the shoals? where are the magical shells and jellyfish? my driftwood and salt?
I love sandals because they have a great feeling of liberation at the end of the winter. I have one pair that I have backpacked Europe in and climbed the Great wall of China in. They cost $6.99 at Payless, I’ll keep them forever. Right, now I have beginning of summer sandal blisters. But I don’t mind.
i like sandals. they’re nice,. they give your feet air.. and your feet need air. They need to breath too, you know.. Ah.. running out of time? Time, what does it really mean anyways.
i dont know when i’m going to use those again. it’s winter now and it will continue when i move out.
probably i will put a pair in my bag. i don’t know what for.
sandals are stupid. Jesus wore sandals apparantly well i really dont know if he did who does? thats jsut an interpretation. but people that sport the sandals usually irritate the heck out of me. they dont feel good either.
On her feet, clip clop clip clop. The heat was radiating up in waves on the fresh black tar, and the only think bigger than her hair was her shades. Or maybe her smile. Wearing a maxi dress and a smile, she walked straight into my heart. Damn, it’s summertime.
sandals. i don’t like to wear sandals at your house. it makes me feel ‘easy’. like all you’ve got to do is get me out of my pants the shoes are no bother they flip right off. i don’t like sandals. but i wear them so often with you around. sandals
I strap on my sandals and start out the door. It’s going to be a long, long hike today. A long walk down a very short road, and then-
And then what? Where exactly do I think I’m going? Why do I put myself through bleeding blisters every day?
Where is worth it?
It had been a long time since she had seen those sandals. The white sand was still crusted between the edges as she thought back to him. She had been so young and he had been so old. 14 to 18. She had loved him fully and he had loved her. But she went home and he stayed. So all she had were some old sandals and the memory of that summer.
one day a cute couple decided to buy matching sandals. But couldn’t find the right pair because they were either to big or too small. luckly they found a fair pair at a farmers market in longbeach.
Sometimes I wonder: If I hadn’t seen your yellow sandal, floating on the sea’s lip, would you have survived that day? If I hadn’t dragged you onto shore, resuscitated you, calmed you . . . what would have happened?
I love my sandals so much.
They are my buddies, my pals.
I’ve had ’em for three years, and no matter how tore up they get,
I am going to keep them forever.
freedom for the feet in the summer time, sandals will forever be my favorite type of shoe. chacos are my preference, even though at the moment they are super glued together after a misfortunate accident at Stonehenge – but they work. and i love them.
i was in the department store. i was looking for one thing. i justneeded that one thing. i knew exactly where to find them.bt i didn’t like them. all that i needed were thse stupid sandals.
He wears sandals with socks.
I had built him up in my mind, this boy who had taught me where to find roly-polies and about 3-d puzzles. He was the first person I knew was rich.
He taught me later that I was poor.
Much later, when I saw him wear sandals with socks in the heat of summer I discovered that I was the rich one after all. Though I had little money.
I doubt he still searches under pots and rocks. But I still do.
the shoe that screams freedom , the shoe equivallent to a hooker showing alot of skin and usually ten toes, very permiscyous(spelling?). my favorite shoes anywhere from 2 to 70 80 bucks.
My favourite footwear are sandals. They are so comfortable and are just easy to put on and off. I use sandals for physiotherapy, and because of it, I know I push myself to the limit when I do the exercises because in sandals, everything gets harder.
very nice. summertime fashions. keep my feet warm and cozy. in the hot summer sun. bronze lining. gladiators, flip flops, wicker, they come in all mediums. i love to wear sandals in the hot summer heat.
comfortable to wear, but i hate my toes… so i shouldn’t really use them, but it’s hot so i should. But when i use them im vulnerable to bug bites. So I think I shouldn’t get sandals, unless I buy off spray..
i have some pretty nifty sandals. i have some silver ones and some silver and gold ones and they make me feel like jesus and then i have some more and yeah. the song from the sandals commercial is stuck in my head now, that’s just great. damn. anywho i love hipsters maybe ok bye.
Today I put on my new sandals; I had painted my toenails coral just to make my feet look pretty.
I was going to the park for a picnic with my husband. We had fixed our food last night and packed it
or flipflops, either one and then….the beach. She pulled the flowered tote full of just what was needed to round out the afternoon and so began her first day of a personal dream come true.
there she was standing in the pier, looking at the sunset, the golden-orange sun reflecting in the water, hitting her face and her hair like the torch she was, she was wearing the brightest sandals i have ever seen
feet, wet in the ocean brine, my sandals left on the beach, sand covered by the same brine, I splash, the italian leather as protected as I can offer, the holidays have begun, my heart, like my feet, run free
I love the feeling of sitting alone at the beach, when everyone else has gone into the water. My sandals at my side. They are old, tattered, and worn “Rainbows” with love and creases molded into the leather. I love the sandy, rough feeling they have. Knowledge that freedom and awareness of being alive have been the direct effect of these sandals.
cool on my feet, sandals warm in too hot weather and cool in cool weather. sometimes they let in too much dirt on these chinese streets, though. but they are oh so cool and lovely. wish i had a leather pair, but these crappy walmart cheapies will do for now. better on girls, yes much better.
they make my feet feel fine, stopping all the sand from touching my toes softer are those than the rest of the world, sandals doing more for us than we think possible, get some sandals asap.
Sandals make my feet look big. Actually, they make them look small. Too much emphasis is based on the brand of sandals when literally you could fashion them out of cardboard. Actually, that’s what I’ll do. I’ll fashion myself some cardboard sandals and call them green. I’ll make comfort soles out of bubblewrap and march everywhere I go.
sand there’s sand on the beach. did you know that sand gets between your toes? it can be mess, or annoying. I’m not sure what I should write about. I like the sandals that have the string or line going between your big toe and your second. I don’t like the ones that cover your food. I’m from california. I’m used to sandals
the beach is a beautiful place. a place to relax and allow the stresses to melt away. apply the sunscreen, grab a book, kick off the sandals and lay on a towel until you’re ready to face the world again. The world will be there when you return.
i wear them on my feet, so they don’t get dirty ;]
at the moment i have gold strappy ones.
jesus and moses and all those guys used to wear them, back in bible times and all.. i guess their feet must have gotten real dirty with all the dust blowin round the show =/
philip-philops anybody?
Sandals. It’s spelled funny. I’m shallow. Wear ’em on a beach. Beaches suck balls! Full of beautiful people who are so ugly on the inside. Sandals.
the wonder of leather that doesn’t stop hugging and shrinking. it has buckles and ripped at the soles. i’ve worn you so long.
but where is my beach? my sand and the shoals? where are the magical shells and jellyfish? my driftwood and salt?
I love sandals because they have a great feeling of liberation at the end of the winter. I have one pair that I have backpacked Europe in and climbed the Great wall of China in. They cost $6.99 at Payless, I’ll keep them forever. Right, now I have beginning of summer sandal blisters. But I don’t mind.
i like sandals. they’re nice,. they give your feet air.. and your feet need air. They need to breath too, you know.. Ah.. running out of time? Time, what does it really mean anyways.
i dont know when i’m going to use those again. it’s winter now and it will continue when i move out.
probably i will put a pair in my bag. i don’t know what for.
a person who believes in total abolition of war
sandals are stupid. Jesus wore sandals apparantly well i really dont know if he did who does? thats jsut an interpretation. but people that sport the sandals usually irritate the heck out of me. they dont feel good either.
On her feet, clip clop clip clop. The heat was radiating up in waves on the fresh black tar, and the only think bigger than her hair was her shades. Or maybe her smile. Wearing a maxi dress and a smile, she walked straight into my heart. Damn, it’s summertime.
sandals. i don’t like to wear sandals at your house. it makes me feel ‘easy’. like all you’ve got to do is get me out of my pants the shoes are no bother they flip right off. i don’t like sandals. but i wear them so often with you around. sandals
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I strap on my sandals and start out the door. It’s going to be a long, long hike today. A long walk down a very short road, and then-
And then what? Where exactly do I think I’m going? Why do I put myself through bleeding blisters every day?
Where is worth it?
It had been a long time since she had seen those sandals. The white sand was still crusted between the edges as she thought back to him. She had been so young and he had been so old. 14 to 18. She had loved him fully and he had loved her. But she went home and he stayed. So all she had were some old sandals and the memory of that summer.
one day a cute couple decided to buy matching sandals. But couldn’t find the right pair because they were either to big or too small. luckly they found a fair pair at a farmers market in longbeach.
Flat, wide, stable. Iconic. Flimsy. Cheap. Expensive. Sophisticated. Cool.
Sometimes I wonder: If I hadn’t seen your yellow sandal, floating on the sea’s lip, would you have survived that day? If I hadn’t dragged you onto shore, resuscitated you, calmed you . . . what would have happened?
I love my sandals so much.
They are my buddies, my pals.
I’ve had ’em for three years, and no matter how tore up they get,
I am going to keep them forever.
♥.
Sandals were her favorite… She loved taking walks on the beach more than anything. Sandals were her favorite… Now they are all that remains.
freedom for the feet in the summer time, sandals will forever be my favorite type of shoe. chacos are my preference, even though at the moment they are super glued together after a misfortunate accident at Stonehenge – but they work. and i love them.
i was in the department store. i was looking for one thing. i justneeded that one thing. i knew exactly where to find them.bt i didn’t like them. all that i needed were thse stupid sandals.
He wears sandals with socks.
I had built him up in my mind, this boy who had taught me where to find roly-polies and about 3-d puzzles. He was the first person I knew was rich.
He taught me later that I was poor.
Much later, when I saw him wear sandals with socks in the heat of summer I discovered that I was the rich one after all. Though I had little money.
I doubt he still searches under pots and rocks. But I still do.
the shoe that screams freedom , the shoe equivallent to a hooker showing alot of skin and usually ten toes, very permiscyous(spelling?). my favorite shoes anywhere from 2 to 70 80 bucks.
My favourite footwear are sandals. They are so comfortable and are just easy to put on and off. I use sandals for physiotherapy, and because of it, I know I push myself to the limit when I do the exercises because in sandals, everything gets harder.
very nice. summertime fashions. keep my feet warm and cozy. in the hot summer sun. bronze lining. gladiators, flip flops, wicker, they come in all mediums. i love to wear sandals in the hot summer heat.
comfortable to wear, but i hate my toes… so i shouldn’t really use them, but it’s hot so i should. But when i use them im vulnerable to bug bites. So I think I shouldn’t get sandals, unless I buy off spray..
i have some pretty nifty sandals. i have some silver ones and some silver and gold ones and they make me feel like jesus and then i have some more and yeah. the song from the sandals commercial is stuck in my head now, that’s just great. damn. anywho i love hipsters maybe ok bye.
Today I put on my new sandals; I had painted my toenails coral just to make my feet look pretty.
I was going to the park for a picnic with my husband. We had fixed our food last night and packed it
or flipflops, either one and then….the beach. She pulled the flowered tote full of just what was needed to round out the afternoon and so began her first day of a personal dream come true.
And so began the trip.
there she was standing in the pier, looking at the sunset, the golden-orange sun reflecting in the water, hitting her face and her hair like the torch she was, she was wearing the brightest sandals i have ever seen
feet, wet in the ocean brine, my sandals left on the beach, sand covered by the same brine, I splash, the italian leather as protected as I can offer, the holidays have begun, my heart, like my feet, run free
I love the feeling of sitting alone at the beach, when everyone else has gone into the water. My sandals at my side. They are old, tattered, and worn “Rainbows” with love and creases molded into the leather. I love the sandy, rough feeling they have. Knowledge that freedom and awareness of being alive have been the direct effect of these sandals.
cool on my feet, sandals warm in too hot weather and cool in cool weather. sometimes they let in too much dirt on these chinese streets, though. but they are oh so cool and lovely. wish i had a leather pair, but these crappy walmart cheapies will do for now. better on girls, yes much better.
they make my feet feel fine, stopping all the sand from touching my toes softer are those than the rest of the world, sandals doing more for us than we think possible, get some sandals asap.
dusty road, hot sun perspiration from the brow as the five men pull the cart. the horse is gone ruts ripping at the sandals not designed for this toil
Sandals make my feet look big. Actually, they make them look small. Too much emphasis is based on the brand of sandals when literally you could fashion them out of cardboard. Actually, that’s what I’ll do. I’ll fashion myself some cardboard sandals and call them green. I’ll make comfort soles out of bubblewrap and march everywhere I go.
Sandalen tr
sand there’s sand on the beach. did you know that sand gets between your toes? it can be mess, or annoying. I’m not sure what I should write about. I like the sandals that have the string or line going between your big toe and your second. I don’t like the ones that cover your food. I’m from california. I’m used to sandals
Sandal is the transformed version of shoe. We wear sandals for our comfort.
Sandlas, in my belly, feeling heavy. People slaying me feeling dizzy opening the truth of myself, bam wam nothing to say.