The Conscious Traveller
Feb 11, 2021
2 minutes
A few years ago I quietly watched Maurizio at his wooden potter’s wheel, observing his hands gently shape and craft the clay. His eyes, the colour of honey, scanned the surface like lasers, seeking out any imperfections. After two decades spent crafting with care, the wheel had become like an extension of his
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