Approximately 12:10
Merely a cool down. Powell smelt like sweaty boys, which may have been due to the junior ceramic boys consuming a booth and a table right next door. It also may have been my table but if so that was with good reason; the hotshot since 8:20 am. Besides the scent, it was white. The blizzard pretty much consumed every window. I didn’t notice much. We were beat from glass blowing and my hand within a few short hours summed up my body during summer vacation, burnt.
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