In a desultory conversation the other night, both James and Sid mentioned finding tiny Victorian dolls called “Frozen Charlottes” somewhere in Tuscarora. Lucky finds because the dolls are no bigger than the tip of a finger.
I had never heard of a Frozen Charlotte. Have you? Hooray for Wiki. Hooray for being on line in Tuscarora. After reading about Frozen Charlottes, I know there’s a poem embedded in the tiny emblem and the cautionary tale of female vanity.
My point is that the bit of conversation was itself a shard found on an evening’s verbal rambling. It was a random, lucky find. We’ll see what it turns into.
Hmmm. Frozen Charlotte...sounds like a desert.
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