There is a kind of sole-infusion, an exchange of energy, when one travels barefoot upon the earth.
Barefoot, naked soles to white-laced sands, there is a kind of bliss only the quiet moment can offer.
I love being barefoot in these cozy months of blossom and bright dayshine. I love to feel the fine wands of grass tickle my soles. There's a kind of freedom to it, that natural feel I suppose. It's good, calming.
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