. . . tools

She contemplated the tools lying on the anvil. In one person’s hands, simply a way to fix a broken part. In her hands, a way to release the Grace flowing through her. To be able to experience the Creative Flow and share that Joy with others was her only desire. To be able to set someone else’s soul alight and¬†afire made her smile. . . she was an artist after all.

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