The Terracotta Artist
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A sculptor has a desire to see perfect bodies and have a perfect body himself. All of his life he has been surrounded by imperfect bodies, and as he gets older, his body begins to gain more imperfections. He uses his own hands to craft beautiful and perfect bodies of terracotta.
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