Walking in Wider and Wider Circles

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Liza Macrae
Tabloid / 11" x 14"
40 pages Wire-O

In sadness and sorrow. In magic and in health. With shoes made of clay, I traveled to strange lands. With dogs as my guides and dreams as the landscape, I walk the streets in question. Certainty falls short and emptiness abounds. There were maps made of strawberries and promise of cake. Home has been the vessel white teeth the promise. I follow my path with noes and nose. I will not receive your gift of sacrifice I know my own wisdom. I know my own beauty. Your graveyard is grounded but still I will fly. But still I will fly.

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