a few years later, my hands meet clay again. i...

a few years later, my hands meet clay again.

i couldn’t remember exactly when was the last time we touched. as i dipped my fingers into the clay as christmas puppets, i blinked my eyes, disfigured one whilst coloring, felt abit sad that i disfigured that one, enveloped some into boxes of white stuffings.. and christmas is here already. so merry christmas kids, stay happy:)