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A collapsing chair is not a great start to inspiration. One sharp crack. One hard fall. Weeks of soreness. Thankfully, no broken bones.
Still, it changed things.
Every matching chair left in the studio had to go.
In their absence, a quiet truth surfaced. Those chairs had become holding zones for half-finished ideas.
Creative clutter now demanded attention. With no available 'holding zone', each of those 'waiting' projects required reassignment or completion.
One pile called louder than the rest:
The Certificate of Authenticity for Chatterleaf Sage.
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