Red Shoes

A member of our family came to that doorway at the end of their life. The evening I heard the news of their death, I was driving back home. As I drove a sunset burnt the sky above the hills. As the day had been cold, the mist had remained on the ground making the landscape lose that tired look things get at the end of the day. Instead that sunset made it look as if a fresh day was lit by an impossible sunrise. Magical. I drove home and pulled out a canvas.....

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