Barefoot Memories

barefoot memories

My feet remember the burn of the sun-baked black top.

My feet remember the prickle of sweet smelling summer green grass.

My feet remember the grit of sea softened sand.

My feet remember splashing through warm post-rainy day puddles.

My feet remember the five left turns it takes to walk around my childhood neighborhood.

My feet remember carefree days of summer.

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