raw red clay lidded pot, translucent streaked glaze on the interior; 6” by 6”. the exterior of the pot is stamped all around with the poem:
How many times we must have met
Here on the street as strangers do,
Children of chance we were, who passed
The door of heaven and never knew.
— Sara Teasdale
raw red clay lidded pot, translucent streaked glaze on the interior; 6” by 6”. the exterior of the pot is stamped all around with the poem:
How many times we must have met
Here on the street as strangers do,
Children of chance we were, who passed
The door of heaven and never knew.
— Sara Teasdale
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