Tag mother


To the mound of clay growing into a perfect human sculpture in my womb,   The doctor told me today that I have the power of moulding you in whichever

The Dollhouse

It began in the old village of Matera which rests on the bank of the wild, when on her seventh birthday, Msanii begged her mother for a doll house.

Maa, We Will

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