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I feel like my life is lump of clay on a potters wheel.

In the past it was wet with promise and possibility. It was sufficient simply to imagine what it could become.

Now I am working with a dry lump and the best I can hope to make is an ash tray. I feel like my life is lump of clay on a potters wheel. In the past it was wet with promise and possibility. It was sufficient simply to imagine what it could become. Now I am working with a dry lump and the best I can hope to make is an ash tray.
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