My muse frequently directs me out onto the backroads that surround the suburban setting I live in. There, I find peace and the flow of creativity. I listen and can hear her voice.
The seasons come and go, with green gracing the hills in spring, followed by the golden hills of summer and fall.
I return again and again to fill the cup the muse gives to me to refresh my spirit
Are you coming? She wants to know; there is more just around the bend
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