My stepbrother and I were kids, and when we cut through a yard in his neighborhood in suburban Greenville NC, we encountered something amazing: an entire tiny city created from clay, with beehive-shaped skyscrapers, highways, cars, parks, and statues. All made from fired and clear-glazed ceramic.
A woman came out of the house when she saw us two boys staring at this oddity. She said that it was her husband's work, and that he got to play all day for a living.
Before we left, she gave us both lumps of clay, and when I got home I did everything I could to try to rebuild a piece of the city I had seen. This city of clay has repeated itself throughout my life without my even remembering where it started.
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