Tuesday, 5 May 2009

Poor K

Couldn't find me. I was just making 3/4 lb balls of clay out of the large bottle I decided was too ugly a day or two ago (there is a photo of it at the bottom of the pots) and I came wandering back from the sanctuary of the workshop and saw her stricken by the kitchen door. I'm not sleeping tonight. No way. Impossible.

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