in words and in images
we tell a story.
like dolls, we hide
behind the truth.
dolls live a trapped life,
as we also do at times
. every face has a story.
this is mine.
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
White Oleander
"I thought how tenuous the links were between mother and children, between friends, between family, things you think are eternal. Everything could be lost, more easily than anyone could imagine" - Janet Fitch
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