
Oh dear stones – one for each place I lived – saved in heart.

Oh dear stones – one for each place I lived – saved in heart.

Our meeting points – in so many levels – facing love.

Thinking about – where have all the guests gone – long time no see.

Listening and hear – but going on doing my own way – the crazy art whisperer.
Written in stone.

Sometimes – when we touch – lost in a dream.

All in pieces – carried around in every step – my humble story.

Sending you – one for each green leaf – my longing kisses.

Building it up – stone by stone all alone – a smashing crash.
Blessing Blue Shoes ❤

A lost hike – in hungry feelers of tenderness – blessing blue shoes.
Ps. Jag ser här mina fötter som “feelers” – känselspröt. Jag har både artros i tårna och har haft sk hälsporre sedan en tid nu. Vissa skor är således rena välsignelsen och andra skor … you name it. Massor med “tappade” promenader i bagaget tills nu.
Skrivpuff: Tappa.
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