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A grownup facing the IPHone.

Instagram kept on disappearing! Settings didn't"t work, but I was busy.  I had not worked  in porcelain in  years  And there I was pinching, coiling and tapping, looking, looking, looking.  It felt like mud, yet slowly a form was beginning to take shape. Sometimes the  body remembers. I used to throw this stuff on the potters wheel.  Instagram and settings are still off and I am visiting the zoo known as Apple today.

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