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Clay on my hands, sun on my back. What more does a day need?
He makes terracotta pots and horses for village fairs, selling them from a small stall in the weekly haat. The money is never enough, but the joy is in the cool feel of the wet clay and the satisfied nod from a farmer's wife buying a new chulha. He worries the plastic toys from the city will make his horses seem old-fashioned, but his hands know no other work.
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