Dreaming In Oz


Surrounded protectively by her luggage, hands wrapped reassuringly around a mobile phone, a young woman sleeps soundly amidst the hustle inside the Manchester Airport train station. We can only guess where she’s come from, or her destination—her story is safe, anonymous. I would have passed without taking a picture except for those shoes. While they’re not an iconic shade of Technicolor® red, and (as far as we know) possess no magical powers, perhaps she’s dreaming, as Dorothy once did, that there’s indeed no place like home. 


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