Each footstep was bathed in significance, there upon those city streets. The faintest tap felt like thunder. My high-heel upon Gaudi’s tiles left imprints upon ancient, intricate carvings. My steps traced cracks in pavement like the innavigable veins running through my body, with blood that was pulsing finally and freely, for that city. My soul came alive with every step, every impact, every moment.
As I tiptoed through the narrow streets of the gothic quarter, as I climbed confidently and wholly up the steps of the cathedral at the highest point of the city, as I chased that magic serpentine of Mediterranean shoreline laughing as the water kissed at my heels. That city was mine as soon as I arrived and it took parts of me, split and splintered and shattered upon it with every step I took. With every step, it took. With every start my heart split apart and was left, broken and suffering but beating still. Still beating. And even the faintest tap feels like thunder.
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