In a certain building, in a certain state, in a certain city, there is a certain display.
There they stand, a distaff army of pale porcelain faces and carefully done hair, each with her own unique dress. They are different women, mostly — sometimes, they are the same woman at different points in time, the same woman made different from herself by her dress and her hair. Yet their faces are all the same, and their empty eyes and still lips all whisper the same thing (if only one could hear it).
Sometimes, perhaps when one least expects it, one pale face will seem to turn. One pale face out of the crowd of identical faces will lift, just the slightest bit. Out of one dark, false pair of eyes, she will look upon you, and she will know you.
She will know you.
Are you ready?
[Originally posted in 2013, and again last year, revived because creepy dolls are the thing for October!]
The Deaccessioned Philosopher 
Perhaps I might need to visit these dames.
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You should, assuming it’s still there! It’s a fascinating display — the First Ladies of Iowa each have their own doll, wearing the dress and hairdo that each one wore for their spouse’s inauguration. It’s a teeny, creepy time capsule of ladies’ fashion, and it’s quite skillfully done. :)
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