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. . . A good many students on the campus attended classes, or meals in the cafeteria, without benefit of shoes; barefoot or socks was the prevailing style, all four years that I was there.  My usual style, at that time, was a polo shirt or tee, baggy painters' pants, and flip-flops---which I usually carried, wearing them only when surfaces or the weather absolutely demanded compliance.  One Friday afternoon in late spring, I walked an eighteen mile round trip between the campus and the post office, with my flops mostly carried.  My Beloved had sent me a rather elaborate (and very delightful) letter, but had shorted the postage; so I had to retrieve it from the post office, as the campus courier would not have been going back until the following Monday . . . and I definitely did not want to wait through the weekend to read the letter.  My Beloved's letters were very pleasantly, and most often explicitly, candid, with very detailed descriptions.  Because I was so anxious to obtain the letter, the eighteen miles did not seem like much of a difficulty.  When I returned to my dorm, I soaked my feet in a tub of cold water---which immediately clouded from the streetgrime collected on my soles.  The cool water, and the smoking hot letter, both made for a very pleasant evening.

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