I've put down my magical journal for a few years now.
It is not that I haven't had magic in my life.
By magic I mean those undeniable synchronicities and artifacts that lie outside of explanations attributed to the reticular activating system.
My kids are magic, but I blame my kids for taking away from the attention of this little hand bound book I write these observances down in.
Now I am forced by financial weight to take up the last thing, a desperate measure, to influence fate.
More magic.
Big magic.
despite the world,
despite the kids.
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