amid tangerines of wet clay

[pondhop]

As de Waal worked, his dog, Isla, sat in a corner, chewing on a torn-up plush pheasant. I asked how many dog hairs he thought had become embedded in his pots over the years. "Oh, just a wonderful number," he said.

"Thinking with His Hands," by Sam Anderson (NYT Magazine, November 29)

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