I once saw a little girl who had a
Ken doll.
She loved her Ken doll.
She would smile at it and talk with it and take it wherever she went.
It never left her hand.
But something
Happened.
Maybe she found a new toy,
Or maybe she just grew tired of her
Ken doll,
But she threw it by the side
And walked away with her back turned.
thoughts on the human spirit
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