A porcelain doll setting high upon a shelf. A cherished possesion and true friend once in your life. Taken down and played with, petted and loved. Made to fill special and wanted in your life. Time passes and soon the doll sets all alone. Devistation, isolation, thrown from the shelf. The doll lays broken and cast away as your life moves on. Renee' aka: The Runaway Bride Please Sign the Guestbook before you go. This page, its content and graphics, are copyrighted by the webmistress...... ©The Runaway Bride