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The tenderness that wraps the ankles is the delicate poetry hidden between the shoes and the skirt. Or as light as a cicada's wings, leaving a hazy touch across the skin; or as bright as a cluster of flowers, curled up on the tips of the feet. They are the hidden scenery between the steps, supporting each step with softness, quietly weaving the propriety and style into the daily square inch.