There was once a Doll artist.
She lived for her work ( and her family and animals)
All she thought of was her work, how to make it better, more alive, more perfect, with more heart and feeling.
however, because of her love for her family, this doll artist put her beloved work aside.
never, to this day to resume it.
She often would think of her work and miss the time absorbed in it.
Her Molds grew dusty and spiders moved into the cavities.
Her porcelain got thick and dry.
She lost herself as she lost her work.
Every time she saw other doll artists making happy wonderful dolls, she withdrew more and more away from her dolls.
does this story have a happy ending?
I don't know yet.
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