To ponder, to dream, to ruminate and to meditate is to muse, I recalled, footsteps crunching. Embracing my realization, I watch amazed as a circular, shiny wood stump mysteriously starts to glow brighter. Could it be…..I wonder…..is this a gathering spot?
Light burst from the circular wood stump. In its golden glow fly small winged woodland creatures, gleefully sunbathing, bouncing within the light beams. The muses are absorbing radiant light energy! Sparkling and twinkling as they dance delightedly, my gaze is mesmerized.
Laughing and smiling at their antics, I reflectively consider this parenthetical idea: musing near a muse is a-musing!
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