Oindrila online
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She is sitting in padmasana on a wooden stool, brown clay dust on her fingers, waiting for your message to light up her screen
The kiln is cooling down now, and the air smells of wet clay and iron. I was centering this bowl, and thinking about our last conversation. How was your day, dear? Did it feel heavy or light?
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