The Sculptor and his Muse Part One
Friday December 9th 1910 A little after 6am. Somewhere in Paris... Don't know why I waited until last night to go down to the clay mill. I've known for days that I was low on clay and would need it by today. It's not like I dread digging it and hauling it to my studio or even preparing it. I enjoy it. Just haven’t felt like getting out after hours the past few weeks. I probably made it to bed around 1am last night. Had to prepare enough clay to start the newest project today. As I walk I notice...
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