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| Buttermilk Falls, NY |
There are a few instances in which my imagination is most productive. Such cases would include:
When the gentle evening silence permeates throughout the dimly lit room. The soothing warmth that radiates beneath the comforter lulls me to sleep. The constant presence of the opal moon reigns over its midnight kingdom.
When the glistening water runs along the same ancient track. The river flings itself off the precipice, crashing into the rocks below. Cold spray tickles my leg, and sun kissed stones thaw my frozen feet. Birds voice their delicate notes from the safety of the trees.
Lesson #2: For those dark days when you can't release your creativity, it's important to discover the places or situations that unlock your artistic "well".

