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After the rain, the sun comes back out, and the air smells fresh. I’m feeling all philosophical, like, “Life’s a mess, but it’s a beautiful mess.” I head back to my studio, inspired. I’m ready to create! I sit down, and BAM! I’m throwing clay like a madman. The vase turns out amazing. I’m talking Picasso-level stuff here.

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