Some find themselves in painting watercolors.

Others wait for that special moment, just as the sun dances on the waves. The camera captures the likeness and the moment is forever preserved.
Some write because they have to.
"Then the sky lights vanished as I followed
the circuitous road into the forest canopy.
Reaching the bottom of the basin, I turned left toWebster Road which followed the
Tuckaseegee River to the highway. I was the lone car on the road. For the
entire trip.
I hadn’t gone more than a couple hundred
feet before I saw it. Almost immediately,
I turned my head looking all around
me. Where was everyone?"
- Beth Stillwell
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