Walking down a road.
Piles of dry leaves crunching beneath the sole of my feet.
Barefooted, I travelled to my abode.
Filled with happiness, with discreet.
08/16
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Walking down a road.
Piles of dry leaves crunching beneath the sole of my feet.
Barefooted, I travelled to my abode.
Filled with happiness, with discreet.
08/16
