Instead of using her as a key chain, I keep her under my computer screen, from which she stares up at me even now while I write this slim post. Her bug-eyed white bead eyes and mouth, her iridescent beaded torso, her fat black bead feet -- all make me smile, no matter what I'm working on.She's my little gris-gris, my joyful totem.
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