Heather had been in her studio, working on an old fashioned clay sculpture, without much success. She just didn't have the tactile sensation in her hands she needed to do any good with it.
It looked like it was going to be crystal or nothing, if she wanted to keep going down the artist road.
The voice caused her to look up, and she headed to the living room to investigate.
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