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Alberta, Canada



⠀⢀⣔⠙⡄⠈⡆⠀⢀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠨⠀⢠⠃⢠⠋⣢⡀⠀
⣀⣌⠈⡆⣗⣚⠯⠚⠘⢆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡰⠃⠓⠽⣓⣺⢰⡁⣱⣀
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⠘⡺⠁⠀⠀⢸⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⠀⠀⠀⠀⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢉⡇
⢸⠀⠀⠀⠀⢄⠀⠀⠀⠀⡎⠀⠀⠀⠀⠹⡀⠀⠀⠀⡰⠀⠀⠀⠀⡇
⠈⡄⠀⠀⠀⠘⠄⠀⢀⡜⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢣⡀⠀⠠⠃⠀⠀⠀⢠⠃
Feet. What else can I say? Absolutely marvelous. Stupendous. Utterly amazing, l'd say. The scale, the size, the shape all perfect. The perplexing scent may seem, to put it in the peasants' language, nasty, at first, but as you truly realize the beauty of feet, it grows on you. It's an incredible metaphor for life - even the most perfect thing will have a flaw, but it too must be appreciated, and in a way, it improves said thing' even more.