Magic and wings
This is the beginning of all the journeys .It was Mid Winter in Nebraska , I am with the oldest friend and we have a plan to get to Papillion- wings , a small town in the Heartland .
The land feels white and empty , a place where we can undo everything we know ,lose process.
We are looking for magic and we want to make wings.
we go lightly , I have silver ,gold fabric and my pin and needles . She has her t shirts and her letters. We are going to listen to everything and make everything in the moment