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lost in the fifties

lost in 50s doll and beetle

Found her yesterday in a thrift store.  Brought her home with the intention of revamping her, reconstructing her body, the whole nine yards.  I washed her hair, combed it.. and felt that if I changed her, she would no longer be the doll that caught my eye.  She will stay the way she is.

lost in the fifties

Somethings are meant to be.  Q



Comments on: "lost in the fifties" (5)

  1. Now, isn’t that a profound metaphor?

  2. Great rescue!

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