Silver sequined sneakers

I was driving down town in Helsinki. It was a bright bright day. The sun was shining. Away in the distance a mirror was flashing on the pavement. There was white light dancing around the feet of tall girl who was wearing a frock. The dress was swirling around her legs and her feet were sparkling.

 

She was dancing along the pavement, coming nearer and nearer and her feet were on fire, or so it seemed.

 

She was wearing a pair of silver sequined sneakers, and her walk was stoping the traffic. She was turning heads just becasue she was wearing some crazy flashing sequined footwear. It was like scattering diamonds on the footpath. It was like an oar dipped in the phosphorent lumminous moon-light ocean. It was magic.

 

No wonder Dorothy did magic with a click of her heels.

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