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The world was made by a Celtic god at the potter's wheel. He took land and water from the river and he spun them in his mind up to the light. From the light he imagined the woman and the flowers. But the woman resembled the jug and when he lifted it to drink, the potter was dizzy - and his palms caressed the overturned pitcher beside him. That's when the song was born.
A young woman with long, flowing hair examines a green pottery jug in a lush garden filled with flowers. She wears a rustic dress, sitting at a wooden table surrounded by nature's beauty.
