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the stuck in center, wishing for revival, leopard's and bedtime

Somehow she got stuck and so I was sort of stuck. Stuck in a warehouse in Miami’s wynwood district, my greatest support and my secret muse jumping ship.

Word’s can’t describe what it’s like to choose the risky path of creativity. there are hundreds, thousands who dabble, become inspired.

The information available these days, guru’s suggesting you can have it all, a magical life if you just focus on one. They forget to tell you about the work, and the fear.
Who dares to face themselves …

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