How is that clay man similar to our struggle in life?
What might these marks on his back be made by?
Has he jumped off the cliff to the ocean, or has he dropped down dead before getting there?
His right arm is stretching in vain to touch the waves; was all his life in vain, or was it the journey that all mattered?
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