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Little Field
I'm off to the little field.
However, the owner is not there todey.
Probably, she is traveling all over the world.
And inspired by handcrafts that she finds.
I'm walking around her little field.
Trying to find a piece of her collection.
Spring has already sprung in somewhere far away.
And a baby horse is running around with sounds of clip-crop.
When I opened a trunk, which was send by the ship,
Twinkling stars that were created by craftsmen were scattering downward.
And it became the light scent of flower.
The little field spreads far beyond,
to past, present,future,and even to horizontal and vertical.
And finally, it reaches to your heart.
2014.4.7 Satoko Matsuyama
Translation: Aya Tsuchii
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