The Doll

One day while going through your grandmothers attic you notice in the corner a small porcelain doll. You wonder where she came from, who owned her before, and why she is tucked away in this dark, dank attic…. As you walk closer you can see her legs have tiny cracks forming from years of neglect, her arms are jointed and stiff, her once red, satin, curly hair is in knots…her head is┬áleaning back against the cold, damp wooden wall…you see faded, blue eyes staring ahead never blinking…most of her eye…

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