Creativity is a commodity and derives its value only in how energy is spent. — Mary Deal, River Bones: A Mystery Novel
Creativity is a commodity and derives its value only in how energy is spent. — Mary Deal, River Bones: A Mystery Novel
Creativity is a commodity and derives its value only in how energy is spent. — Mary Deal, River Bones: A Mystery Novel
Creativity is a commodity and derives its value only in how energy is spent. — Mary Deal, River Bones: A Mystery Novel
Creativity is a commodity and derives its value only in how energy is spent. — Mary Deal, River Bones: A Mystery Novel
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Creativity is a commodity and derives its value only in how energy is spent.

— Mary Deal, River Bones: A Mystery Novel
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