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Clay Spins; wet hands guiding it, firm beneath his palms. Willing it to become something more than a mere lump of damp earth but a flower *** eventually becoming a most exquisite and gracious host again to more damp earth.
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Dec 18, 2025
Dec 18, 2025 at 4:13 PM UTC
Potter's Wheel (An attempt at a Fibonacci)
Clay Spins; wet hands guiding it, firm beneath his palms. Willing it to become something more than a mere lump of damp earth but a flower *** eventually becoming a most exquisite and gracious host again to more damp earth.
Not quite a fibonacci because I couldn't get the last 23 syllables on one line, but I tried!
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Dec 18, 2025
Dec 18, 2025 at 4:13 PM UTC
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