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A Potter's Quandary
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Transfixed by the flame pillar shooting out the top of the kiln, I wait for the precise moment that will reveal whether my skills as a chemist are proven in the flux of melting glaze over clay. Days at my wheel are few and far between but do I give up this craft of hands coaxing form from mineral and mud when my attention stretches for more supernal pursuits.
The frivolous burning of precious fuel seems like an overindulgence when so many in the world are cold.
