Son of man, you cannot say, or guess, for you know only a heap of broken images, where the sun beats, and the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief, and the dry stone no sound of water. Only there is shadow under this red rock (come in under the shadow of this red rock), and I will show you something different from either your shadow at morning striding behind you or your shadow at evening rising to meet you; I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
Anyway, again, I can't seem to get things done when I'd like, but since I have the sleepy-sleepies and haven't budged from the bed and the laptop since I've been home, I finished putting this one together.
Like the last, I'm not entirely sure it works. But I did get an idea for another "doll" themed vignette. Next time. ;)