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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.
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Continuing #fringe A photo posted by jude hill (@spiritcloth) on Nov 30, 2015 at 5:07am PST
A photo posted by jude hill (@spiritcloth) on Nov 30, 2015 at 5:07am PST