She smiles serenely. Her arms are resting gently on the sides of her soft belly turned upward in a gesture of praise and acceptance. She radiates a quiet, gentle moment of peace and relaxation. I see her as a visual version of St. Julian of Norwich's quote, "All is well, and all is well. All manner of things are well."
When I received her one of her hands was cracked off and lying beside her. She had been part of an African creche: a wise woman. An application of super glue and a firm hold repaired the hand but a scar is left behind at her widest point.
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