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Creating creativity
Creating creativity
Creating creativity
He feels darkness. The push of cold wave against his chest. A hand pulls away—he sees it, but he does not think to grab it because the water is pressing and numbing. His eyes flicker shut. He succumbs to the darkness. He knows fear. Hello. It’s been a minute since I’ve popped into your inbox.