The weather was nice, so I headed down to the river for a little walk. It's a good time of year to pick up litter - before all the prickers and other plants cover it up. I found this doll who had obviously seen better days. At some point, it was probably some girls precious friend. Did it accidently fall into the river and get washed downstream? Or, was it thrown off of a bridge? If you can identify this doll by the tattoo on her back, I'll gladly return it.
