From that night forward, I was all over the village. People stored corn in me, or rice, or beans. They used me to carry water. And I spread out from there, for if tourists came to buy pots and happened to admire me, the potter would say, "Oh, that‘s don Ysidro." And the tourist would nod and perhaps buy the pot that he thought was merely made by don Ysidro.
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