the dry weather causes problems throwing, and, if I don't cover the piece *very* well while it is drying, it cracks.
I'm still adjusting to the news. it was always a possibility, but never a reality.
I dreamt that you held me while I ate fruit. I said, "I won't be able to throw for a while." you said, "you probably will have to be careful even typing," illustrating how looking down with shoulders straight could strain the chest.
I'm throwing as much as I can right now.
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happy tuesday.
may moister times come. (*)
(*) i am unsure whether this double entendre was intentional or not. i find myself confusing sometimes.
ow, that made me cringe
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