…a long skirt trimmed with heavy mud and a beatific smile on her coarse face because she had wrought something beautiful and it meant something to her. She knew it was a good and godlike thing. And she loved what it said about her, because she was more than the beasts of the earth or the indignities of being alive. This woman wouldn’t mind that her work was copied by others and that she was forgotten, she would glory in the journey of her creation.