In a wooden cabin, in the lush, wet forest, there lived a sculptor.
Night after night, day after day, you’d find her in her workroom making marvellous things out of clay. She was admired throughout the land and many of her pieces stood in the gardens of her friends and neighbours. They all knew her work but they did not know her. She kept herself to hers…
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