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A young girl...is devoured with an ambition to attend a dance in a pair of Red Shoes. She gets the shoes
and goes to the dance. For a time, all goes well and she is very happy. At the end of the evening she is tired and wants to
go home, but the Red Shoes are not tired. In fact, the Red Shoes are never tired. They dance her out into the street, they
dance her over the mountains and valleys, through fields and forests, through night and day. Time rushes by, love rushes by,
life rushes by but the Red Shoes go on.
-Michael Powell: The Red Shoes
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