This is the same statue in
this post. She looks much less miserable now that the weather is warm and the fountain is running. I tend to anthropomorphize statues. I can't help it. There's a Nathan Hale near where I live whose hands and feet are bound - actually this applies to almost all Nathan Hale statues - and every time I see
him I think how sad it is he's been tied up all these years. And the Alice Cogswell
statue in Hartford just disturbs me, this little girl standing in the middle of a busy intersection.
But, this post isn't about statues. It's just a little ode to
Wilcox Park in Westerly, RI.
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