“A mother who is really a mother is never free.”
~Honore de Balzac
This particular day I must be wearing the famous pair of gold lame high heels. I can’t see any other I could have been wearing, I’m wearing them. Bargains, final reductions bought for me by my mother. I’m wearing these gold lame shoes to school. Going to school in the evening shoes decorated with little diamante flowers/ I insist on wearing them. I don’t like myself in any others, and to this day I still like myself in them. These high heels are the first in my life, they’re beautiful, they’ve eclipsed all the shoes that went before, the flat ones, for playing and running about, made of white canvas. Marguerite Duras,The Lover
…..ain’t that the truth…..
and…. you “said” it again…
(the shoes, amazing!)
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