Gold glue fills the cracks
Between who I used to be
And who I am now
Poet & Storyteller β¨
Her heart was made of liquid sunsets π - Virginia Woolf
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Absolutely love this! Beautiful job!
Loooooooooooooove this one, Joelle!! πβ±οΈ
I used to love to visit museums and studios where you could see classic examples of this type of pottery. Thank you for invoking those memories... ;)
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Absolutely love this! Beautiful job!
Loooooooooooooove this one, Joelle!! πβ±οΈ
I used to love to visit museums and studios where you could see classic examples of this type of pottery. Thank you for invoking those memories... ;)