As I imagine the good Lord himself doing a few million years ago, I climbed the steps from the basement last week and announced to my wife that "North America is complete!" And for a second or two I felt powerful. But as is often the case, my wife then rolled her eyes and reality reaffirmed itself.
The world map is finished and was given as a gift to a geography teacher.
Also, I slumped a Kalamta olive jar in the kiln and "slipped a few daisy's inside."
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