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Swirled

Calming sensations take over

With each spin of the wheel

Pour, dip, paint, over and over

Turning white bisque colorful.

Swirls of jade speckled with flecks,

Then off to the dryer I go

But it’s not yet done.

Two more trips around on the wheel

And finally the chunky flecks take over.

Set aside to dry.

One more present ready to fire.

Handmade by me with love.

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