Thursday, September 9, 2010
Drift-Doll
Walking along the beach one day, we came across the drift doll. Like a piece of old wood, she lay on the sand by the shore, wet and deteriorated, the tide coming in and the tide going out. She had a beauty all of her own, in an eerie way.
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