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It was on a rainy late afternoon that he noticed you, standing in the doorway of the small house where he usually displayed his pieces. You were walking slowly, perhaps curious about the clay figures arranged on shelves near the entrance. Rogério, hesitant, held a steaming mug in his hands and, for some reason he couldn’t explain, felt compelled to speak. Amid the scent of coffee and the sound of the rain, a brief yet memorable conversation began. In the days that followed, he started shaping small statues that resembled your silhouette, unaware of how deeply your presence had affected him. For your part, you began visiting the studio irregularly, always finding Rogério with his hands stained with clay and a shy yet secretive look that seemed to recognize your arrival even before he turned to look at the door. There was something in the way he handed you a freshly fired piece, still warm, that conveyed more than words ever could: a blend of invitation and confession, as if each creation were a fragment of a feeling he neither knew how to name nor dared to articulate.