So...every year since creation of my son's life, we (I) sculpt the lovable Japanese animation character known throughout the eastern most island of the orient, as Totoro. A lovable creature of folklore, from "mystical" origins, a kind of forest spirit as the legend has it. He is only seen by children, because adults seem to lose the ability to capture the essence of that which is not rooted in Newtonian aspects of physics.I think this picture kinda captures the mystical look of a child, my baby girl Canaan, upon something which she could only see as not just snow, but as her friend who she'll see next year, hopefully.
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