I took a long scrap sheet of paper and folded it many times as Hope watched. Snipping scissors quickly left white flakes of paper on my lap like snow. Her eyes went wide as I held the paper doll’s hands, spread my arms and unfolded many. Magic is the first time you see a paper doll chain expand. Were these little children all friends she asked. I said yes but they were mere shadows. So Hope added eyes, mouths and clothing to make the dolls complete.
Outdoors: 28°F/11°F Mostly Sunny, 5″ Snow
Farm House: 57°F/48°F six logs
Tiny Cottage: 49°F/38°F SE window plasticed