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Let not my surrounding bind my mind

But if I can I will sit on my bed

Or in a café with the sweet smell of coffee

Or in forest with the smell of fresh air

Let no technology be part of my writing

A good old pencil and eraser is all I need

Night or day, 

Summer or winter, 

Weekdays or weekends

It matters not

Let not any noise bother me

Silence is music to my ears when I write

Let my mind travel to future, to past, or to time that never existed

To land where no one has been to

Where our dreams are reality and our fears are walking

Or let the dreams and far future mix together

The place I stay determines which land that my mind will travel to

Forest will result in land known to no one and that of the ancient people

Café will result in our land with a story of human courage

My bed will result in all mixture of time and lands and make a land that only I know of