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Moses watched, now, as mounds of wet, filtered dirt were turned and pulled and grew into large jugs, jars, and platters. The arms of the turners working at the wheels seemed like extensions of the mud and the tools they were holding. All parts of the same whole. And now Moses felt it. How the sound of the wheel made his heart pound like a drum. How the smell of iron in the dirt filled his chest with both energy and a great sadness.
