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A quote: “People do not wish to appear foolish; to avoid the appearance of foolishness, they are willing to remain actually fools”. ~~Alice Walker
I’ll start with a story …
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He hummed as he shaped. Three couples crouched in his hut, rapt with wonder.
“Clay is from sacred grounds, we pray to our gods as we shape. Good fortune to their owners.”
His face was weathered leather, the color of the slurry that covered his hands. Finished, he set it down, bowed, forehead touching the ground.
They grabbed several finished ones, leaving handfuls of bills in the nearby jar. Once gone he got out, stretched, lit a cigarette, shouting to his grandson, “I need more clay. The next bus is due at 3.”
Pulled out his cell phone, muttering, “Tourists!”
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Now, it’s your turn.
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. featured image, cropped,by Ambir Tolang from Pixabay
Fletch says: The banjo began to play. The singers joined in cowboy melody.
On the trail of the lonesome pine,
where starlight fills the sky,
the trail boss gives the cry
To call us all back home.
I reach back pocket for a tin,
get one last mouthful in,
snuff dribbling down my chin,
riding the trail back home.
But then it seems I hear,
a voice falling on my ear,
A trail boss not from here,
telling of the way back home.
He says, “cowboy, mend your ways:
your snuff, your talk, your gaze –
take up the price to pay,
and find that place called home.”
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