Walking was my most beloved way of waking, to stride out each dawn bare soled upon the beach jetty.
They were walkers of the velvet night, they were lovers of the light and each floral blossom. Those well travelled soles were born to embrace each onward path and seek horizons others dare not gaze upon.
There came the walkers, embracing the elements as well remembered friends from days of yore.
The walkers come as if they were connected to the earth my soul-gravity, as if their heartsong had woven them to the ground.
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