What is that under the cloche behind my new chair?
There’s some little vintage books.
There’s some Dog Hobble?
Is that the name of this flower?
Then there’s this little broken doll.
My mom found her in their fill dirt pile that I wrote about here.
Remember all those fabulous vintage bottles that they found?
Well, she was buried in there with them.
There’s something about the broken doll that I felt deserved to be displayed.
It’s the perfect spot for now.
♥
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