{First Note:}
I don’t know what it is, or what
causes it . . . but at night, my inspiration seems to come alive. There is something
beautiful about that one, unique moment in which it comes, like a gem shining
in the darkness that comes unannounced in the night. It causes me to turn the
lights off . . . it is completely unfathomable and undefined. It is an ethereal
spirit that lights a spark in me in the dark. It is one that I cannot describe but
one as precious as the light, comforting, indescribable spirit of an angel. It
is the soul and heart of life.
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