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i've been out digging in the Davis Creek for clay deposits so thick and grey it coats the hands and fingernails and soothes the mind with its softness with my feet in the cool water and my ***** i pull out handfuls and place them into a sack that later i'll empty onto a board in a few days it will harden and i'll pulverize the clods with a mallet screen out the roots and pebbles and mix the powder with water into a slurry i don't know but it seems as if i've been playing in the dirt since i was a boy and this process still calms me makes me feel that maybe i have more time left
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Oct 10, 2016
Oct 10, 2016 at 10:18 AM UTC
clay
i've been out digging in the Davis Creek for clay deposits so thick and grey it coats the hands and fingernails and soothes the mind with its softness with my feet in the cool water and my ***** i pull out handfuls and place them into a sack that later i'll empty onto a board in a few days it will harden and i'll pulverize the clods with a mallet screen out the roots and pebbles and mix the powder with water into a slurry i don't know but it seems as if i've been playing in the dirt since i was a boy and this process still calms me makes me feel that maybe i have more time left
daniel-schoen
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Oct 10, 2016
Oct 10, 2016 at 10:18 AM UTC
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