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Magic

I’m not sure why

Or what it even means

But that’s where I am focused

That is

What I am trying to create

It is

What I am trying to manifest

Magic

And miracles


Being open to it

That is probably the trick


And why shouldn’t I believe in magic?

This boring/material world

Needs some flavor

It needs some spice

Sprinkle in some magic

And miracles

And all of sudden

Life becomes fun again

Like it used to

When we were kids.


-C.H.


 
 
 

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