These are your first steps, I felt dust between me and my warm hands on mine

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These are your first steps I felt dust between me and the warm hands on my back. The echo of my decorations rattled forward and the quiet hum of the ghosts with me gathered against my shoulders and pressed me against the morning sun. “Tomorrow you go” This is the first of my pieces that @breezyartgallery is going to @cadaf_art this year. Lately it feels like the last creative time I’ve had. I had found a closer connection to mine than before and I hope you can see so much when these pieces come out.

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