Not felt even the slightest bit of cold since I stepped off the plane. Well, that's a lie. My feet felt cold when I washed them in cold water in the sink, but they're hot again now. I almost didn't wash them, but I heard my Mama's voice in my ear and I remembered how, as a child, I would scramble into bed with dirty feet and she would grab them, one by one, from under the sheets and wipe them clean with a damp facecloth. I was a good girl this evening, washing my feet, and I can rest easy in her clean sheets knowing my feet are clean too.
Sleeeeeep. And then tomorrow more travels down to the coast to see my teacher of how to have clean feet.
the random ponderings of an ordinary person
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