The Day Creativity Died Repeatedly

She died today.

23 times to be exact,  a small death each time she answerd the phone.  

Another 37 times, for every response to an inqury or communication created about something that did little to foster the creativity chained up inside of her.

Each communication tearing her ever further away from who she was, toward a person she doesn't want to be. 

Each death so imperceptible  - not to be seen, just felt...immensely. 



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