Barefoot

I would rather be barefoot so I can fee everything under my feet. The pain comes along with the brisk joy of grass under your toes or the sharp surprise of snow, or the poetry of sand as it gives way to sea. If I cannot bear the rocks and thorns, my feet will never be strong enough for the mountains.

footprints in the snow

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