thought ♣ feet

they hurt.

45 hours of slippery and dodgy terrain. payload at arms length up stairs and down halls. my generous hosts slam me with the commotion of day and night tourists. all during my voulenteering on the "row" and at the "fair". From a chinese immigrant slaving away, to the noble of the white court, watching the play. I hand deliver to the best of my abilities. Playing all angles and working both sides. Standing the heat from the kitchens to the charming of the press, your gracious respects are my motivation. but the work on the side, definitely my undoing.

but sometimes, my feet hurt. which the do..

thought ♣ feet