The Kiln
Mark's hands were rough. Not calloused, exactly—calloused implies work, implies purpose. His hands were rough the way a sidewalk is rough: from weather, from neglect, from being used for things they were never meant to be used for. He held the clay the way he held everything else: carefully, but without expectation that it would do what he wanted. The community centre was in a strip mall...
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