Sandy toes
I want to run away. Perhaps a change of location would allow me to smile all the time. I know that this is not realistic, but the pull of the unknown sings out me. The mystery of the world, unknown people, loves, and locations all stretch out before me. I read other blogs, and suddenly the image of sandy toes seems a symbol for freedom. A moment when I can lay aside adulthood and be free.
Labels: Dreams
posted by Beta Fishy @ 12:36 PM
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6 Comments:
The littlest toes had sock fuzz in between and the souls were dusted with just a glittery glisten of sand.
See - that just screams freedom. Were they amazingly kissable? I have a weakness for tiny feet, well feet in general, I find them so kissable - that place right under the big toe seems to scream out for kisses....sorry, must be some left over valentine's in me.....
i have 2 words about kissing
Pop-pops plump little feets:
he chortles
That would drive me to distraction....I would be unable to leave his feet alone.
then have i got just the post for you....check it out.
Lickety Split's 1st Happy Toesday!
Two words:
Southern California.
:)
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