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Begin again.

Then she closed her eyes and, for the first time in a very long time, imagined the feel of wet clay spinning beneath her hands. apply odsp

The door opened. Darnell’s face was unreadable. Then he smiled—a real, full smile. Begin again

She’d been a ceramicist once. Her hands, now stiff and swollen, had thrown pots that spun with such grace they seemed to defy gravity. Now, they struggled to hold a pen. The diagnosis had come two years ago: a cruel constellation of fibromyalgia, rheumatoid arthritis, and a spine that was slowly, silently betraying her. The part-time gallery job had evaporated. Then the health insurance. Then the small savings. now stiff and swollen