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i stand before you, a ball of clay malleable and warm waiting for hands and fire to pinch and pull to preserve and protect each imperfection molded my forever form created by yours
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Oct 13, 2012
Oct 13, 2012 at 10:39 PM UTC
Kiln
i stand before you, a ball of clay malleable and warm waiting for hands and fire to pinch and pull to preserve and protect each imperfection molded my forever form created by yours
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Oct 13, 2012
Oct 13, 2012 at 10:39 PM UTC
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