The Ceramicist

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Gliding fingers trace music notes in the sands; within her; a mystical eloquence feel What a soothing movement; mind blowingly graceful hands; pirouette goes this pottery wheel Flowing through her sensual breaths; vivid image comes alive with every moistening seal Light as air; possession of water, shapes the ground, fires it all; with visionary zeal Loving the way; she hard directs the play; of this narrative, ever though, herself, genteel Walking in Mother Nature's presence; beholding why, life on this Earth, is so unreal

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Paige Hind

Date: 11/12/2023 1:14:00 PM

Wow, A.S.! This is so gorgeous! Seeing with you made this breathtaking.

Anonomus Scorpio
Date: 11/15/2023 10:43:00 AM

Thank you Paige! Really been vibing on nature lately. Warmly A.S.