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Life weaves in knife-like string unexpectedly at times, and our quilt becomes raveled, worn. We need to find our Muse, to find the string that cuts us the deepest...and become inspired. I call this My Melpomene after the Greek Muse of tragedy. Despite the fact that Zeus, forgot his female daughters, the Muses lived their life praising, and creating beautiful music, honoring life. Like the Muses that wrote and sang, life inspired them and I too, will search for the little unsung moments.
Hot air balloons at Chatfield Resevoir
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