Imprints On the Present
On the Occasion of the Last Week of The Year
“This is the last year I’m keeping Baby Leo.” Baby Leo, a vanilla-smelling doll without clothes, hangs by a leg in her hand. “I’m a kid and I don’t play with babies anymore.” She fastens Baby Leo across her shoulders for a horsey ride. “Whoah! Baby Leo is so crazy,” she laughs, pretending he is pulling her around with his baby weight. We are clean…