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blue jeans, white T-shirt, and unlined black suit jacket. Ragged curls under a gray fedora and a burr of beard shaded his face, adding, not entirely successfully, the requisite air of cool and mystery that reminded her of her art school days. His serious scrutiny of the sculpted calla lilies almost made her laugh. She wound her way toward him, caught his eye and smiled. “That’s hand-hammered copper. You see how the stippling catches the light from different angles.” “Yeah. It’s … pretty.” “Is there anything you’re especially interested in?” “Uh, I was kind of … this.” He picked up an undulating black vase with a lizard motif. “I like that too. It’s porcelain, feldspar clay from the Chinati Mountains in West Texas. The artist likes Native American designs. It’s a little expensive —” she flipped the tag to show the three-digit price —“but each piece is completely handmade. And etching the design into the glaze is a labor of love. I saw it.” He set down the vase with exaggerated care. He pointed to a small, opalescent urn with a red base variegating to an apricot lid, and looked at her as if asking permission. She grinned. “Raku. This guy was demonstrating it at a festival in Mississippi. He pulled a huge vase, still glowing, 2,000 degrees Fahrenheit, right from the kiln. Then he buried it in a


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