As evidence of the traveled soil before me 

Visions of a woman throwing her shoe in play 

Or a man catching an adventurous climber 

Possible slivers of ripped away innocence 

One never knows what the future or past truly holds

In fear of which fate may linger around the next bend

The day I come upon something quite rare 

Will my curiosity fall when needed or peak to my passing?

While we’re taking some studio ballet shot, I wanted to focus on something I think it’s essential to the grace of ballet: the feet

Alexandre Tsuchiya

Single Slipper

A single slipper sways by a string

From a branch in a gentle forest

Pieces of moments left behind

As evidence of the traveled soil before me



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