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Does a writer have a creative block long enough to forget what's on the other side of the moon on a no moon day ?

Can a runner be so damaged to not run with once injured but now healthy knees?

Will a dancer ever stop tapping her broken ankle to the beats of her heart?

But what would an artist create without the eyes of inspiration in his imagination ? 

What do they do ?



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