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Dec 2012
Where does it come from?
What is the spark that lights the flame?
A mystery to constantly chase?
How are we inspired?

By a word we think we hear?
By a memory we may have remembered?
A question we seek the answer to?
I don't know.

It is easy to lose it,
To forget to see what is there.
Too easy to stop seeing
Too easy to stop listening and only to hear.

It can become just white noise.

Too easy to forget to be inspired.
Find it.
Listen.
See.
Pay attention.
Love.
Feel.
you never know what may inspire you today.
Katie Wanner
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