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https://www.pts.edu/blog/wp-content/uploads/2014/07/In-The-Potters-Hands.gif7971000 Sometimes my mom talks with her hands As if what is bundled inside Her feelings, thoughts, emotions, meanings, motives, intentions, passions All that constructs the fluid terrain of intangibles Within this elemental entanglement Were locked and needed escape And could only through painting a narration In the dance of her fingers The slide of...