I never had to search my soul, I always knew what I wanted to do. I would curl up in my Dad's lap and watch with wonder as he masterfully manipulated a ball of clay. I remember the challenge when it was my turn. And I remember wishing the clay was a pretty color.
I never had to search my soul . . . it was captured
And is now reflected in pretty colors.
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