Raggedy Ann
I was about to toss her out as part of my never ending, difficult decluttering. But as usual, although I know she is neither useful nor valuable stashed in a trunk with other childhood toys, I just couldn’t put her in the trash.
She wasn’t even my favorite toy. And she is in such a frayed condition it’s not likely that she has monetary value. I’m also not famous so she doesn’t have historic value either. So why can’t I just pitch this space-sucking remnant of the past?
Her red yarn hair is mostly gone.
Her simple shoe sewn back on by my mother.
Her apron is held together with a safety pin.
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