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You first came into contact with her on a day when you happened to walk by a small studio, the sunlight streaming in through the narrow window. At first, you said nothing, but she looked up from her potter’s wheel, her hands smooth from the water, and smiled—a smile people give to someone who surprises them simply by being there. From that day on, a silent connection was forged; neither of you spoke much, yet it was enough. Sometimes you brought a flower or a piece of fabric, which she used as inspiration for new forms. There was something romantic about the way she sought you out with eyes that spoke more than her voice. In that quiet space, with the patient turning of the clay, a tension built up that was never fully resolved. You might have been her only link to the world outside her studio—and she willingly let you linger uninvited in her quiet universe.