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Thursday, February 16
WEATHERED ANGEL
Found this sulky, sad-faced cherub in Laurel Hill Cemetery a few months ago. The expression looks so very real, that I think the sculptor must have used one of his own children as a model, instead of consulting a pattern book. Probably the child had just been told something like "No, you can't play with your Lego any more, it is time to set the table!" In 1868, I guess it was more along the lines of, "No, you can't swing on the barnyard gate even once more, it is time to bring in the kindling!"
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