When I was young and got scared of the dark, my parents would tell me to think about what makes me happy. That was lollipops. I would lay in bed trying to focus, not on the monsters in my closet, but on all the different lollipop flavors and sizes; some with gum in the center others with tootsie roll filling. I don't eat nearly enough lollipops today, but whenever I see one it makes me recall that warm childhood memory. This is a portrait of my neighbor's daughter enjoying her lollipop.
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