Snow whipped past my knee-high leather boots as I stomped through the blizzard of ‘07. The wind howled like it had a grudge, but with each strut, I felt like I owned the storm.
Snow whipped past my knee-high leather boots as I stomped through the blizzard of ‘07. The wind howled like it had a grudge, but with each strut, I felt like I owned the storm.
BABYPHAT
MEDIUM
NO RIPS, TEARS, OR STAINS
ACRYLIC, NYLON, & POLYESTER
