I often dream of houses. Sometimes they are fanciful and magical, with twisted woodwork and iron staircases that lead to small nooks and high ceilings. More often, though, they are old and abandoned, like this house in the collage. The child stands before the house and is alone in the world. She ponders her predicament and tries to answer the question, “what happened?”


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