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Red Shoes


She puts on her red shoes
And walks down the road
The edge of town beckons
The wild grass calls 
Her away from her red brick home

She walks down the road
In her bright red shoes
Staring at the setting sun
Knowing that night is come
And the wild grass beckons

She reaches the edge of town
And stands on a street
Between her and the thick grass
Her heart beats and arms slacken
And she steps off the last pavement of town

Her red brick home is behind her
Melted into the town
Darkness swallows and tall grass surrounds
Stars emerge and hope abounds
And she keeps on walking in her bright red shoes

Photo by Horatiu Tatar

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