Wednesday 26 January 2011

Bleeding shoes

Ok, we'll do this one in English, what do you say, little one? You probably don't even remember this at all, you were so young. I trully hope that all the summers you crossed ever since have healed you and your bleeding shoes. I think you were going to school. It seems it was the only place you ever went. You were praying for frost, not sludge. Frost, you could bear it. Watery snow would run right through the holes in your shoes. And sludge it was. And your shoes were bleeding in dirty water.

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