Coal burning to make a bowl from a log (just starting).
Folks' clay pieces being fired in our fire.
Some of the baskets people have made in the past.
A basket just beginning (I brought materials home but have not started mine yet).
A lark constellation hangs in the night sky, beating its wings as it lifts off the ground. Everything I love, this whole earth, is under the lark.
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