Should you see with an open mind, would you see what I see? The world is wallpaper, with secrets hidden beneath. Houses with peeling paint and inscribed leaves in the railings could seem bleak and depressing, but a creative eye sees a history of magnificence, of a home belonging to merchants who kept regular visitors to check the delicate fabrics from the Middle East or oils from the Mediterranean lands. The lump of clay tossed in my hand is not simply a cousin to mud. The potential is there. With sparkling eyes, you can see with me. Carefully remove excess and a flower will bloom forth beneath your very hands.
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