file0001548167185Tell us about your favorite pair of shoes, and where they’ve taken you.

No shoes. Barefoot in San Francisco’s Ocean Beach after a day of hard work. Having a good walk. Leaving behind my footprints in the sand. Watching at the surfers. Contemplating the pelicans flying. The Ocean smell. The wind against my face. The powerful roar of the waves. The sunset. Feeling so small in front of that immensity.

Daily Prompt: These Boots Were Made for Walking.

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Author: Olga Brajnović

Journalist. In my fifties. I've worked for 26 years in a newspaper in Spain. I worked for two years as a stringer and correspondent in the US, and went as a special envoy to other places like the Balkans. Sea lover. Avid reader. Classic Music enthusiast.

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