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Magic
When I was a child,magic lived in the world–not illusion,not pretend,real magic. Magic filled warm summer nightswhen I leaned on my window silland whistled softlymy four-note tune,through the screen.I repeated it several times,waiting for the nightto bring something unknownsomething extraordinary.This… Continue reading
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Please Stand Clear
"Please stand clear of the doors,"intones the recorded voice."You are delaying the departure of this train." Oh, yea?Well, maybe I'm not ready for departure…Maybe I like this momentbetween what I'm leavingand what lies ahead…Maybe the journey wasn't my idea…Maybe I… Continue reading