At long last.
The Ghost of Christmas Future,
a hopeful interpretation requested by a very special friend.
This is her vision of children as they should be presentedwhen humanity heeds thegrim exhortation of Dickens' Ghost of Christmas Present.
Tattered Rags transformed into Bountiful Gowns
under the blessings of
The Candlebearer of the Eternal Light.
A Light of hope that burns steadfast for all children everywhere...
Never to be extinguished.
Hair carefully combed and delicately styled,
adorned with a crown fit for a princess. Tears dried,with a promise made to love and to cherish...
The Ghost's arms embrace the children. She loved them in their Poverty,and her love became their Wealth.
Bless you, my friend, for granting me the priviledge of creating this most sentimental piece from my heart to yours.
A bouquet of summer wild flowers just for you! Could two months really have passed since my last post?! My absence, in part, was the desire to finish this piece so that my next post would pick up where I last left off.Not to mention there has been a substantial flurry of summer activities going on here at the old farm.I have a pile of pictures just waiting to share with you.Some of what has been happening outside the doll room. Thank you, dear ones, for not forgetting about me...please know that you have been ever present on my mind! I hope your own summer has been productive and ripe withthe fruit of contentment. until we talk again (soon!)...love, Rose
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