Raw Material
Magazine Alley, as she thought of it, was now mid-thigh deep
and bordered by heaps of clothes which, when they had been piled there, had
been clean. The table beside her best chair was covered in layers of useful
things: scraps of paper with notes and recipes, stalled knitting projects,
forgotten cups of tea with fuzzy tea bags attached, empty yogurt containers,
and bits of fabric. The house, being so full, was quiet and comforting--a
perfect setting for creativity. Raw material for making art surrounded her, but
she wandered, sometimes stumbling on an abandoned shoe or dog toy, trying to
figure out where to begin. She sighed to herself, thinking for the millionth
time, The possibilities are limitless.
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