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Preservation

Civilizations, ancient; are rife with stories, which they preserve throughout time. Tales of the potter and his clay. The creator’s clay, is quite ancient. The potter, uses it to build his stories of life; which time will preserve. What a potter preserves in the clay; takes time and it becomes ancient. Many life stories, are told by the potter. All good potters, will preserve their stories, within clay. Records of the ancients; reside in the library of time. One time, I became a potter. Like the ancients; I want to preserve, in clay, my stories. The billions of stories; told throughout time; are sacred and I, the potter, will add mine, in clay and preserve them; just like the ancients. Future ancients, will look back at my stories. Those that were preserved so long ago. They will see, that this potter, loved working with the clay.

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