Have you ever walked down the street, on a calm summer day, and looked at the sky?
At the perfect, even blueness of it all. The carefully planned haphazard precision of the clouds?
Have you ever stared, and thought,
What if it wasn't real?
What if it was a canvas painting. A marvelous painting thrown down in a fit of artistic rage onto a little doll set.
Our doll set.
Us.
Feb 3, 2012
Feb 3, 2012 at 7:11 PM UTC
Have you ever walked down the street, on a calm summer day, and looked at the sky?
At the perfect, even blueness of it all. The carefully planned haphazard precision of the clouds?
Have you ever stared, and thought,
What if it wasn't real?
What if it was a canvas painting. A marvelous painting thrown down in a fit of artistic rage onto a little doll set.
Our doll set.
Us.
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