Change
The joy on the faces of the young and old alike as they bent and twisted the clay to the image of a head, the joy of creative play. But then the word was called: change. And the slight moment of critical assessment as they receive the partially completed sculpture from the left hand reluctantly, or is that proudly, it is so difficult to tell the difference, as the old sculpture moves to the right hand. And then fifteen minutes of work, manipulating, stretching, beings joy to the face until the word is called again: change
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