This face is a hand-painted ceramic nightlight from my childhood. As far back as I can remember, she has always knelt somewhere in my bedroom, eternally calm and sweetly earnest in her unceasing posture of prayer. It is captivating little face, I think. There used to be an electrical cord with a bulb that lit her from the inside so that she glowed warm and soft all through the night. But somewhere along the way, her light got lost. Now she is just a hollow shell with no power over the darkness.
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