Most of the time when we take a picture through a window, we try our best to eliminate the glare and reflection. In this particular photo, I purposely left in the reflection. The dolls and the small town belong to each other.
As I stood across the street looking at the Antique doll shop, the dolls in the window sparked my interest. They fit so well with the small town...their vintage looks matching perfectly the stores lining Main Street. Most likely the owner of these dolls has passed away but the owner having been raised here and walking this street as a child probably held the doll proudly for all to see. The child with one hand held tight by her mother and the other holding tight to her doll's arm, perhaps dragging the hem of the white dress along the sidewalk because the doll was as tall as her.
If these dolls could only talk, what stories they could tell.
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