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He worked carefully on the nose, smoothing the deep red clay with his finger. He glazed and fired the piece, and hung it by a nail on the front exterior wall of his house. Earlier that day, he had watched a man with tearful eyes sit hunched on a curb. A woman approached the man, laid a hand on his shoulder, and asked how she could help. It was this woman he sculpted, her face now among the hundreds on his front wall, watching over him and the world.

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