No more socks or slippers
against a cold wooden floor,
or lost under the bed.
Bare. Ready.
Toe, heel, ball, arch. Planted.
Limbs energize.
A connection unbroken.
The familiar healing.
Waiting for me,
to grow with it.
Writing & Photos about the things that make me smile.
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Seed. Dirt. Water. Sunshine. Warmth. Patience. Bounty.
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