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Lost at the bottom of a box of little dolls. Mostly made for Mom's Christmas tree. And then some gifts here and there.
Found intact but without her head. I guess that means she is not worried about it. The spirit never dies.
Still I thought she should rest. Prepare for a new journey maybe. Stuck in a box for too long.
in Becoming more or less, Cloth is like self, dolls, Findings, keepers, little things, scraps of self, small journeys | Permalink