Flip flop, flip flop. Socks off, sand in -- summer is almost here. When it comes, I will refuse to wear shoes and so will Maya. This summer we'll be sporting a pair of Jack Rogers each, most likely not matching since she will refuse to wear the gold sandals I will want to pick out for her. Most likely she'll go for a nautical inspired one like this and that'll be OK. After all I'm channelling Palm Beach, wishing we could be back in Florida this summer, and she, the Bosphorus, completely at peace with where she is. Regardless of which way the wind blows, flip flop, flip flop.
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