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			<title>The Potter</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;He had apotter&amp;rsquo;s hands, supple from work, smooth as the lip of a pot that has been spunso long that the grit is worn away, leaving a surface more glass thanclay.&amp;nbsp; His thumbs long and elegant,but the pads flattened, maybe from all those hours..</description>
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