Childhood
It is never too late
To return
To innocence
To listen to the sounds
Of faithful old friends
Toys once loved
Long forgotten
To stare into the eyes of dolls
You once adored
Marvelling at the wonder
That is your return
Binging them back to life
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About Maison Moonchild
A Canadian gal that firmly believes words can change the world. An avid reader, writer and Halloween enthusiast. She has a special interest in communications and writes for pleasure and profession. She moonlights as a metaphysical maven with a knack for creating magical crystal jewelry and holiday accessories.
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