From: Life unfinished, Düsseldorf 2015
Photo & Text: Thomas Klingberg
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there is a draught of cold from the walls into the warm day.
Hey, down here I am!
Huiii.
With my toes I tickle the clouds away.
The sun laughs teeny-weeny from the sky.
Do you see me now?Here, here I am!
Huiii.
May I take off my shoes, Mama?
I want to feel the sand under my feet.
Squeak, creak.
Squeak, creak.
Squeak, creak.
Squeak, creak.
Mama?