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3 hours of oscillation, perspiration and clay.

The clay is shaking. No, it's me who shakes. I shake my knees and arms, my upper body and in my hip I shake my head and I shake the clay.
We oscillate back and forth. Trembling, vibrating, shaking.

It is a struggle to keep on moving.

We generate oscillation. Oscillation generates perspiration. It excels from our pores and covers us with a thin shiny lamina. It penetrates our clothing and leaves growing dark spots under our arms, around our thighs, under our breasts and on our backs.

The clay is shaking.
Shake to undo. Shake to regret. Shake to generate sweat.