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As the potter molds the clay, pinching, coiling, scraping, till the clay is exactly what the potter has formed in his mind, that’s what writing is to me. Words come together, rearranged, restructured and changed till they become exactly how I see them constructed in my mind. “I am a pencil, in the hand of a writing God.” (Mother Theresa)