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The ground was slabbed, and brimmed with rounded-smooth stone.
8 hours of precipitation and dew staggered... the trees and grass were waiting for a fresh set of footprints (it was a kind, a special type -one for sure, certainly) that would become unable to identify previous boot wearers.
I felt each cloud of mist, a kissing me softer than the world of humans around me.
My bare feet were humbled, similar to floating or walking on clouds... I felt it, truth. THE only words that made me (that forced me to continue) -to live.