I have been looking in my closet for this certain pair of shoes. I moved not so long ago, and I can’t seem to find anything. There are boxes upstairs in storage waiting to be sorted, and I am sure my red ruby slippers are somewhere in there. I want them not because they are the perfect complement to my outfit, but because when Dorothy tapped hers together she got to go home. And, somewhere within me, I guess I believe in the power of stories.
Monday, February 5, 2007
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