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If only when I was four years old i was taught to make masks. Your masks I've seen speak for themselves. They have beauty, power and a voice.
When I was four years old I was told you are as you appear and that will forever be who you are.
It was years later I learned, we are the mask we speak through - and for those without a mask, those unable to make masks, we are but food for the fish.
Sure, not a comforting thought. But at the last moment I found some seaweed... and made it into something I never imaged I could be. I learned the art. I also learned the art is forbidden, and one must never admit to being a mask-maker.
Fascinating, your art of making masks, your skill with clay.
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