I love this clay house. My son made it when he was about six. I used to bring art projects into the school, and this was one of the projects we did. I love how the windows are all crooked. I like to imagine his six year old hands working hard to make this piece. It hangs on the wall in my kitchen by the sink. I look at it every day. Now his hands are twenty-seven years old...but I can still see them as they were when he was a little boy who tried to make square windows in a cold slab of clay.
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