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Mar 2018
I think they belonged to my grandmother
I have been hearing about these shoes since I was eight
I am nineteen now
I have seen them in black and white and in color
They are slippers and much better then the ones Cinderella wore
The tips are made from real gold I am told
My grandmother never said where she got them from
Or from who
A birthday? A garage sale?
Her father? Grandpa?
All she said was that they made her feel light and happy
Not a day over 20!
She felt like dancing
She had dainty looking feet so I bet she would dance for hours
I found the box but where could those shoes be hiding?
Ana Habib
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Ana Habib  28/F/Montreal, Qc
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