When I was little my mum had a set of those Russian dolls that all nestle one inside the other, decreasing in size. I always loved the tiniest doll the most. It was something to do with the fact that, in spite of her diminutive size, she was the only one who wasn’t hollow, and therefore the most substantial somehow.
In Search of Your Tiniest, Truest Self
In Search of Your Tiniest, Truest Self
In Search of Your Tiniest, Truest Self
When I was little my mum had a set of those Russian dolls that all nestle one inside the other, decreasing in size. I always loved the tiniest doll the most. It was something to do with the fact that, in spite of her diminutive size, she was the only one who wasn’t hollow, and therefore the most substantial somehow.