Ära jõudsin oodata ja nüüd ta sealt piilubki. Ma ootasin teda kaua-kaua, aga ta siiski tuli. Tuli kahlates läbi sulanud lume ja lompide, tilkuvate jääpurikate ja kuldnokalaulu. Tuli koputamata ja hoiatamata, lihtsalt astus ühel õhtul uksest sisse ja istus mu laua taha. Ta on seal praegugi ja ootab mind. Mind! Tore, kui keegi Sind ootab, kas pole? ...Kes ootab? Kas ma tõesti ei öelnudki! Inspiratsioon ootab...
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I couldn’t wait for it, but now it’s here. I’ve waited for such a long time, but finally it arrived - through melting snow and ponds, dripping icicles and singing starlings. It arrived without knocking on my door or any warning. It just stepped in one evening and sat down behind my desk. It is there while I’m writing this post and it’s waiting for me. Me! It is nice to now, that there is something good waiting, isn’t it? What arrived, what is waiting? Didn’t I say? It’s the inspiration...
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