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Poetry on the weaving:

I will let you go,
but your cold will still be my cold,
your cry, my cry,
your happiness, my happiness.
When you call me in my dream,
I’ll come no matter what.
I’ll tear my iron shoes
tracing your footsteps
to the new land.

In your own world
let the window stay open
for your mother to see
that you heart beats cherry red,
my child.

All wall hangings are unique. The poetry added to each weaving is the original work of the artist (NB).