
Condition: Only the bottom of a turquoise sandal remains, twisted and bent in the heat just as the dying talapia did, struggling for their last breath in the oxygen poor/algae rich murky waters of the Salton Sea.
You've seen them, they're everywhere - in the best neighborhoods, in the poorest neighborhoods . . . forever traveling solo, abandoned by the side of the road. How do they usually become separated from their mirror twin? How do they manage to hang from overhead wires, the lucky ones, discarded with their mates - hanging by a shoelace, evenly divided? Untouched and unmoved - this is exactly how I find them and how I leave them. Aren't they fun?
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I have several I found on the roads around the Salton Sea, surprised you have not seen them. Check out my whole collection, 228 shoes and counting, at OneShoeDiaries.com
Always great to meet other "Sole Searchers"
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