Person standing by serene mountain lake under storm clouds.

I am walking along new paths

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MathWizard
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  I am walking along new paths
  
  Model: Artistic
  
  Size: 1152 X 896 (1.03 MP)
  
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  Prompt: I have become all the mouth and murmur of a stream running from high rocks: I want to lower my speech into the valleys. And let the stormy flow of my love rush to where there are no roads! Eventually he will find his way to the sea! True, there is a lake in me, solitary and self–sufficient, like a hermit, but the flow of my love also drags him down to the sea! I am walking along new paths, new words are being born in me; like all creative people, I am tired of dilapidated words. My spirit no longer wants to walk on trampled soles.
  
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  Aspect Ratio: landscape
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Prompt: I have become all the mouth and murmur of a stream running from high rocks: I want to lower my speech into the valleys. And let the stormy flow of my love rush to where there are no roads! Eventually he will find his way to the sea! True, there is a lake in me, solitary and self–sufficient, like a hermit, but the flow of my love also drags him down to the sea! I am walking along new paths, new words are being born in me; like all creative people, I am tired of dilapidated words. My spirit no longer wants to walk on trampled soles.

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I have become all the mouth and murmur of a stream running from high rocks: I want to lower my speech into the valleys. And let the stormy flow of my love rush to where there are no roads! Eventually he will find his way to the sea! True, there is a lake in me, solitary and self–sufficient, like a hermit, but the flow of my love also drags him down to the sea! I am walking along new paths, new words are being born in me; like all creative people, I am tired of dilapidated words. My spirit no longer wants to walk on trampled soles.