Once, in Beijing, a young girl in a red gown huddled in a doorway. She leaned on the door frame, getting support from the wood that she no longer got from her feat. The binding had just begun and already she has trouble balancing herself.

Her mother told her that this was tradition. That to go before the matchmaker she needed to be beautiful. To achieve the perfection of beauty she needed to sway in the wind like the willow tree.

The girl had no desire to sway in the wind, she wanted to be the wind. To go where whim and fancy would take her, to see the Celestial Heavens and to visit the far corners of the world.

But she was bound here to this place, much like her feet would be soon.

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ganymeder almost 8 years ago

Loved the way you tied the physical to the emotional bindings.

GeoffreyFarris (joined over 8 years ago)

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Once, in Beijing, a young girl in a red gown huddled in a doorway.
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