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Concealment maybe old boots are just your way of saying so much for pretenses and mud packed avenues. this is Arizona after all. we don't get a lot of rain. dust, yes. some wind. both I could live without. but here you are strutting around in broken down leather, steely toed and rudimentary, cracked and creased as if you've traveled up and down a beaten path, loving every inch of height they bring you. and there you go tracking nothing but a dry wash, splitting air with every step, candidly foaming at the sole.
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