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impressed in a spade-shaped vessel

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Words are from a poem by Alla Bozarth, photographs by me.

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The DC metro, that is. Potters and artists who share the green line offer up work for our spring sale.

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Green Line Artists

Sunday 6 May
12 to 5
623 Upshur Street NW in Petworth

with Julie Christenberry, Gardens and Pots (Carol Herwig) and Great Hill Studio (Sam Gordon)

This shiny and matte belted vase is 13 inches tall.

or two, or maybe three. Instead of a vase, you need this little plant holder. There may be a better name; I don’t know it. I know the little spiky think is called a florist’s ‘frog.’

I have a few of them for around 20 dollars each.

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It’s clay, not wood, but looks like bark. Faux, like “fake.” If this administration has its way, a lot of the real trees will be history. The flower is real.

I was in a store once many years ago where the poor sap was selling plastic picture frames that he called “fox wood.” Thought that was a kind of tree.

Fifteen dollars each for the vases.

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