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Heather and Ivan go looking for a crystal.
A meteorite.
A spaceship.
A message from beyond.
I’m holding it in my hand right now.
It has a hidden weight to it.
Filling my palm. A code that I need.
It’s not the owning of art
that makes it valuable.
It’s the using of art.