I was thinking what it would be like to have someone -- a stranger -- walk into your pottery studio in Afghanistan, when you were just about to leave.
And change it.
I wonder if you knew your power. Your gift.
Because despite the chaos outside. Outside those doors. Outside in those Kabul streets. Outside in those big buildings where people made decisions, or tried to, or pretended to, that affected other people. Hundreds of people, thousands of people, millions of people.
Despite all that, I wonder if you knew that your clean slice....
Beauty and kindness and generousity have always been -- and will always be -- a form of salvation.
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