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Happy Holidays! My gift to you: Permission

I tend to give gifts I wouldn't mind receiving in return (and have been known to keep gifts that I meant to give away because I liked them so much), so with that in mind, here is my holiday (take your pick depending on preference) gift to my creative friends: PERMISSION.


For you!  Permission to go enjoy yourself and your beautiful creativity!  No expiration date, and can be redeemed daily.  One for you, one for me.  :)

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