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My bare feet hit the cold grass,

I walk carefully, moving forward,

Wet grass sticks to the bottom of my soles,

I’m aware of the Earth under the grass,

As it provides the foundation for every step.

I believe that each step, experience, exploration feels like each single blade,

And the things I take with me, are like the Earth.

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