I Hated Lace; I Buried All The Dolls

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When I was a child, I hated lace; I buried all the dolls.

I hid in the snow and thought about what it would mean: to disappear. A little ghost whispering help!, testing its alarms.

— Elizabeth Willis from poem Letter to the Corinthians