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It was a gloomy day.  Turbulence welcomed me while I was still in the plane. Wet pavements was the city’s red carpet and I, despite the dark and eerie weather, felt light and happy.  I was wearing my new havas (thanks to Girlieanne)–white and gold, too pure to step on muddy streets. But slippers are slippers, and they are meant for the feet.  And when they are for a pair owned by someone like me, the flops, cherished and loved, will be contested to endless wanderings. Continue reading →