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My aunt's pottery shed was once the heart of our block
Her door was always open. Folks came to bisque fire their pieces. I made my first mug there as a kid. Now, everything is by appointment. Studios feel cold and impersonal. No one just drops in to chat. I miss those easy afternoons.
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