Every year I spend some time wandering through The Slow Dark before I ever touch the clay.

I listen. I look around. I pay attention to the light, the sounds, and the ordinary things that quietly belong to this season. Slowly, a world begins to gather. Not because everything matches, but because everything belongs.

Eventually a few pieces refuse to leave me alone.

These are the ones that made it home.

Welcome.

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