These were in our carport when I got home from work. I'd made them spring semester and there was only one person I knew who would have brought them to me. The Kraft Man.
So, we walked around the corner to his house to thank him, and sat out on his back deck drinking beers. His house is FULL of his pottery, he has a full pottery studio in his basement, and he gave me two bowls. It felt like we had a neighbor.
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