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Inspiration does not hit,

it hovers here,

ethereally present,

but not announcing itself.

It sneaks in,

silent as a burglar.

Soft as a baby's kiss.

Open your heart to hear it,

reach out your mind to feel it...

close your eyes,

hope,

and it may not

slip through your fingers.

 

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