come wrapped in pink tissue, their coffin boxes which are of course
recyclable, say Shoes for Life - size 3 and up for girls to walk free.
Stand out from the crowd.
But beneath each rubber sole lies the fate of those who’ll make the
wrong choices. Follow their hearts not their heads.
Interred in resin, two tiny dolls plead release. But Shoes for Life means
just that, till the rubber thins and the soles wear out.
And the sins?
Ask the walled-up nun in Borley Church and the Burgedin lover bricked
up in a Lock-keeper’s cottage who’d walked too free, followed hearts too
far. Stood out too boldly from the
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