Shoes
to walk on dreams
I join paper, cloth , wire and threads together with words to make the shoes.

...she put on her new shoes and looked at the sky...

...she is coming up in a way... because the music is in her, around her and everywhere...

...She calls us outside, to walk in crunchy leaves...
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