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She left her glass slipper on the doormat

 

It’s just another manic monday.  The sun is rising and a storm is coming. She could feel it in her bones that needed extreme mending and tending. But how could she be fixed if she can’t even stand tall and demand what is due to her?

She stared into the living room. Everything and nothing was there.

She put her crown in her bag, packed up the car and bid her shocked fairy godmother adieu.  It had been fun but without some real work there is no happily every after.  And she was tired.

She left her glass slipper on the doormat and headed west.

FF_Rochelle Wisoff-Fields_kitchen-window

@rochelle Wisoff-Fields 

 

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