Conversation with a shoe.

Dec 4, 2022

A Photo Blog

lost shoe in nature

What’s left is lost in memory interpret by a passing moth.
As values change from hand to hand time changes the mark into a marker.
For my clothing will fit the earth one day, and happily converse with the grass that embraces my laces.
My will be not my no more but yours as it always was.
As me myself and I became a we us ourselves.

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