cherubineperfect and eerie --what once was a trophy of beauty and innocence trapped in delicate porcelain, is now a stakeholder of time in a dusty basement. I love the porcelain doll with curly blonde hair and a broken leg I found tossed in the corner of my parent's basement, now sitting proudly on my shelf with a neat pink bow. she is broken but she is enough.
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