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“They say the clay remembers the hands that made it. Clay has its own small voice, and sings. It is a small sound and always far away, but they say sometimes you hear it. It's song has lasted for thousands of years.”
Byrd Baylor (b. 1924)
“They say the clay remembers the hands that made it. Clay has its own small voice, and sings. It is a small sound and always far away, but they say sometimes you hear it. Its song has lasted for thousands of years.”
Byrd Baylor (b. 1924)