Nature is by far my number one inspiration. I take my cue from the well-defined seasons, each with a distinct characteristic.
I wake up with nature in spring, and sprint to hug trees. I follow the call of a loon in summer, in order to dance under the midnight sun. I hibernate and read sad memoirs in late autumn, so that I can write sad poetry:). I dive into wonderland where the spell of winter keeps me captive, and I surrender.
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