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Wednesday, September 24, 2008

Allusion

Clay has been alluding me recently, actually for the past 6 weeks. I love clay; it's texture, it's sex-appeal, it's forgiveness and it's passion. I love the way clay slides through my fingers, caresses my skin, covers my clothes, saturates my mind. Clay is comforting, soothing, intoxicating, all-consuming, romantic and playful. But it doesn't want to play with me anymore.
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