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Creativity.

Making a creation that has not been created by another creator.

Using a spoon to make a model of a bike, that is creativity.

Using a cardboard and bottle covers to make the model of a car, that is creativity.

The ability to make beauty in diverse forms with diverse methods is creativity.

Creative designs marvel the viewers of your work because it is something different, something they've never before seen, something that boggles their mind in an unusual way.

It is awe-inspiring because it has been masterfully crafted.

And I believe in our own special way, we're all creative🤗❤

Whether you're an artist, or an hair beautician, whether you're a singer or you're a writer, creativity is us.❤🌼

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