First time meeting me. I am cat bone pottery.
I knead my joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys into an embryo
Then polished, glazed and fired in life
To carry those who have tried to kill me before or in the future
Whether it's painful or gorgeous,
I look forward to seeing this pottery for a long time
ongoing
The second kiln change.
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The journey begins with some musty smells of moss and damp stone steps.
May this record purify my peaceful soul
Stop writing and thank you for stopping by.
Take care
Purpose: Essay