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a dollhouse aesthetic

Posted by Emily Greenquist on June 28, 2026

from a brass keyhole

we’re shown a tiny knife

cutting tiny onions

in a cardboard kitchen,

where a family audience drinks

from empty shoes,

and everyone’s in blue dresses;

Debutants,

the pile of them.

Der Naturen Bloeme: The Flower of Nature (1350)

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