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Circle

A large round terracotta pot is broken. It sits upright in the long grass. where a slab of clay has crumbled away. A tortoise dwells there now. The cracked pot still provides shade for that slow moving turtle. At midday when no shadows play it can still outrun the sun in a small earthenware circle.

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