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Chana looked at the shard, then at the destroyed tank sinking in the mud. She had shaped clay to hold water, to hold flowers, to hold life. Now, she shaped it to hold back the darkness. female war i am pottery 01 2015 exclusive
She dug into the earth, the sounds of the approaching armored transport shaking the ground. The enemy was coming. The heavy, mechanical grinding of their vehicles grew louder. Now, she shaped it to hold back the darkness
"Ready," Chana breathed. She placed the ceramic device into the hole. It was beautiful, in a twisted way—swirled patterns of blue glaze that masked the complexity of the circuitry inside. It was the last piece of art she would ever make. The enemy was coming