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Her fingers, then, had folded around the clay, her mind entranced. Her fingers traced the soft wetness, pressed gently, pressed firmly, bent, rolled, pulled, pushed. The clay yielded to her rough-skinned hands like a willing lover. She had bent closer to the orange-red clay and closed her eyes. | \xa9 2024 by H.B. Menendez. Narrated by Susan Hanfield.\nLearn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices