Company In The Fog

Regular customer Ms Mukta madam keeps me company on a bitterly cold and foggy evening. Or rather, her sneakers and socks do! Not that they, or their wearer, give a damn about me or my exposure to the elements. I'm just an anonymous public humble-head.








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