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A potter's clay-streaked hands cradle a tall vase rising on a spinning wheel, the wet clay slipping and climbing under their thumbs as a bead of water runs down the wall. A vertical slow push-in settles on the forming rim. Warm light from a side window, earthy browns and greys, a haze of clay dust in the air. Honest craft-documentary style, 50mm, tactile focus. <the low hum of the wheel, wet clay friction, a quiet breath>. No music.