Monday, 6 March 2017

Silky soft

If you ever get the chance to stand bare food in cold, soft, silky mud, promise me now that whatever the situation, whatever you’re running from, however far you need to be, you stop for a second and enjoy the way in slides through the spaces between your toes. Give yourself the time to feel yourself attached to the world before pulling yourself out and going on. The uneven pavement felt warmer than the stone floor. She felt her stomach start to rise again, remembering she had to press on. She looked writing-hand-left and broke into a run. 

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