The red desert

003_022_red_desert-xnr-r11c-f22-sq-sgThe desert is red. I’ve been living on its edge ever since I was born, that is thirteen years ago I’m told. I make pottery just like my father and mother. Sometimes we go to town to take the pottery there and sell it at the market. It is red pottery, just like the desert.

– Johannes Beilharz (© 2016)

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About beilharz

Writer, painter, translator, photographer
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