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The thing that triggers our creativity is immersed into ourselves, in an afternoon thunderstorm. Follow the light and shadow, which penetrate into my eyes. Follow the melody, which raises my spirit. Follow the breath, which turns fresh air into my nose. Follow the sense of chill, which is close to my feet. A wonderland surfaces, as I raised the hidden scene by my sights. An exploration through drops of rain, I found my deepest mind. The unconscious mind is all the answer that the being of mine has been revealed.
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