It/She/He exists in myth, but as any artist can attest to, she’s as real and vital as the air we breathe. Like the oxygen we inhale, The Muse is able to leave you gasping in her absence. An energizing breath on the embers of creativity. The Muse blows in like a forceful wind through the forest, directionless, forceful, and unexpected. When she strikes, you better be ready, and doubly so upon her departure.
Music by Shane Brown. You can listen to more by Shane Brown at https://www.shanebrownmusic.com/
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