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Things were not going well.
This was his sanctuary, his outlet for frustrations, his ponderings.
As the clay sleeked beneath his fingers, once again it flopped instead of standing tall.
He had a lot on his mind. Family issues, relationships, money, health.
He couldn’t concentrate, and this was reflected as he worked.
He knew there was no way he could make a living selling his irregular lumps of ‘art’,
and had found it amusing that with a dab of paint here or there, they actually resembled something to someone. Those he had gladly given as gifts.
Suddenly he was laughing out loud, his sombre mood totally blown away.
He was neither Demi Moore or Patrick Swayze, but as Unchained Melody drifted across the airwaves he found himself singing contentedly as the clay finally began to take shape.