Letter 427: Shoe-Knows?

Do you know? It's that time of the year again. A season dictated by sleepless nights over agonising decision making. There is a shoe-closet full of uncertainties, but oh, if only they were as certain as the shoes arranged so orderly in their place according to colour, heel, and functionality-- it would then be pointless to lose sleep and agonise over which pair of shoes to pick.

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At one point I had been too comfortable with heels-- the higher the better-- disregarding the fact that I may at times stagger treacherously in the dangerously vertiginous yet elegant-looking stilettos, which serve to broadcast my appeal in all but one minute before breaking my back and quite possibly spraining my ankle the next. Now I could certainly yearn for the comfort of something more practical-- like ballet flats-- in which I could twirl and do little dances-- even on ragged surfaces.

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But I now realise that no matter what, I would certainly be most at ease walking barefoot. At least then I know I am walking on sunshine; treading on cloud nine.

Graduation day, 7 months earlier-- though it almost seems like a lifetime ago.

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