Janet (j4) wrote,

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Rocks and roots

As promised, photos and text about our walk around random bits of Cambridge at the weekend.

Tonight was the first orchestra rehearsal of term. I wore shoes that blistered my feet, and had to walk back barefoot. Cold dark pavements all the way, and then the rocks and roots in the unlit jitty tearing my feet to pieces. But it's a more organic pain, better than the sticky blistering of hard plastic.

And I'd rather feel bad than not feel anything at all.

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