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Insiration flows like a tap. Sometimes in a rush, eager to go somewhere, to be fully formed other times slow, deliberate, thoughtful, unsure. My inspiration comes often at night carving an uneven path through sleepy thoughts half formed, half created by a lethargic brain. My inspiration comes at her own pace days and days of white paper and no ink. Other days ink but no paper. Heedless of my frustration. Words and images that I have never experienced or touched but they are real. Sometimes with the sharpness of a teacher, I learn, always. My inspiration is always in progress. I understand only part of what I have created. Bu