How strange, and yet compellingly, a sight to see all those caged dolls.
What fate had befallen them.
I was confused and concerned for these little objects of my childhood affection.
It made me reflect that we may grow up and get older but we never really grow away
from the notion of connection we have with our toys.
I was confused and concerned for these little objects of my childhood affection.
It made me reflect that we may grow up and get older but we never really grow away
from the notion of connection we have with our toys.
The concept of these endearing little objects, who sort of look like us but not really.
Who were there to listen to every thought we had, they always had a smile on their face and were always up for a hug.
I think we should honour our toys, as they are apart of our own story.
Who were there to listen to every thought we had, they always had a smile on their face and were always up for a hug.
I think we should honour our toys, as they are apart of our own story.
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