I am stopping by the dresser with all the dolls sitting on top of,rather regularly now. Still looking into each of their still faces and hoping to see a spark, a connection…something. Some are not even dressed. I muse that even that strangeness is not enough for me to dig through the dressers filled with their clothes and accessories even to dress them. I wonder why? Perhaps if I visit often enough, some sort of lost connection will re-connect? All I can do is hope.