"A clay pot sitting in the sun will always be a clay pot. It has to go through the white heat of the furnace to become porcelain."
Mildred Witte Stouven
// on the wind // I heard your name // on the grass // a long time ago // had to be a thousand years, at least // in the night // the though...
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