This famous story of a girl called Karen (meaning ‘pure’) and the red dancing shoes she can’t take off short of chopping off the feet in them …
The story’s officious guardian angel with wings from shoulders down to feet and the happy ending in Heaven are based on the author’s middle name. A purity of no-body, as the eventual end result. Any ‘church portraits’ as memorabilia, notwithstanding, I guess.
“She danced over an unfenced graveyard, but the dead did not join her dance. They had better things to do.”
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THAT GLIMPSE OF TRUTH: https://nemonymousnight.wordpress.com/986-2/
“They’re gonna make her dance ’til her legs fall off (yeah)” — Kate Bush (Red Shoes)
“Sidesteps the puddle, her red shoes shining.” — Daniel Mills (Dream Children)
“…malleable deceptive convalescent states in this pocket of null.” — Karim Ghahwagi (The Liminal Void)
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