01.03.2026
I wear Converse. I don’t keep them clean, even when they’re white. As I walk through grass and along roads of gravel, they get worn. Sometimes I go deep into the forest to pick blueberries. I accidentally step on some, and my Converse turn purple.
Each old pair holds memories, sweet and sour.
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