"My feet felt light and skimmed over the ground. The earth moved under me.
Different surfaces, different sensations. Long dew filled grass, harshgravel, smooth footpath, dry grass, hot road.
Like a book of braille,reading the earth's stories. Feeling its joy, feeling its pain.
Back home my feet are black from the journey.
Dirty happy black feet.
I feel connected with the ground underneath me."
Tim Turner 2009
A barefoot runner
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