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| A
river that floods into the village |
loving ceramics |
conferences,
cinema, exhibitions, |
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| demonstrations,
music and fire. |
In
Artalcora, |
squares,
and streets full |
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| of
this primitive matter |
that
joins one days |
those
ones crazy about clay. |
cristina
guzman