Red heels by Brian Martin-Onraet and West517

Equinoxio

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Red heels? Yes! I happen to be an expert at walking in high heels. Very high heels

My new dress? Yep! Black dress can’t fail.

Hmmm. A wide red leather belt? Hmmm. No. The red scarf I bought in Florence. Italy, not Miss’sipi. Tied around the waist. Good!

A touch of make-up. Red lipstick. Too red? No.

And a hat. The red felt one. The one I bought downtown. At the antique shop. Vintage hat. I love vintage. Love “old”. Per-fect.

Now a carriage ride to downtown. To my favorite Cuban restaurant. Can’t wait for the mojitos.

Love this place. Love this town. Hmmm. The horse trots softly on the pavement. Clippity, clippitty clop. A cool breeze.

But wait! Wait! That’s the wrong turn! No! Not to the Bates Motel and the creepy Laundromat! Nooooo!

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South of the border,

West of the Sun.

Haruki Murakami. 

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