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A stepping stone beneath my feet to cross the plane and rugged divide. Simple, elemental, beautiful, peaceful. One moment cascades into another. The beginning of daybreak becomes the beginning of everything; ideas, hopes, words, offerings. A break from the ordinary path but a sublime poise in the familiar. Is this a keyhole to the universe? Is this a bend in time and space?
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In the glow of poetic light, the beauty of every new idea, dream, and inspiration flourish.
As a brush of sunlight graces the edges and shapes that paint the room, and gain and glitter that dance in the sunlight.
The energy of this movement is both inherent and instinctive. It is perfectly imperfect. It is grace made by grace. Humble pen becomes the gravity of all creativity.
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Through every window a looking glass, the light between the leaves, the metal, the dust; the world is imagined and gathered each new day.
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