They were stunning, with leather like no other: velvet-soft and mottled, moulded to her feet and beaten to hell, the heavily-worn soles’ cracks filled with dirt from stirrups and the Ecuadorian Sierra.
She was wearing them when she went into labour, then somehow they were left behind when she left hospital. Irony, metaphors, symbolism; I'll leave you to work them out for yourself.
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