The Man Beside the Golden Door

In those myths of the world long sought, stuff of poems, of the path, the clearing, a man stands at a door outlined from light within and by the lantern at his side, waves a lantern high, signpost of those traveling in and out of life alone.

Groups don't travel these paths. It's not an entrance to another world. As though one were not enough. It is a doll world. The voyagers are walkers, the seekers are all dolls! That's why the big sign is lit over the door.

Never Give Up On A Doll!

Come one come all.