The toymaker worked on his dolls all day and dreamt of them all night. He gave them shape and depth, pasts and futures, so that each one was a unique creation, with its own life and soul, that was as precious to him as gold. Once they were polished and perfected and as fully realised as they could be, they were sold to the highest bidder, and he never thought of them again.
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Notes:
1. Written on December 12th, 2019
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