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Raku: You are fire, brim and molten lava. You burn with a hot, glowing orange and yellows. You are the creative fire of surprises. You are the ancient Japanese speaking to us from the past...with hot tongs I lift you from the fire and plunge you into smoke that curls and floats away. I look in and something new is born, it is warm and alive. It is Raku.
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