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The Sacrament of Magic

Updated: Mar 29

Grayed inside, the gray day matched

my mien. Sooty clouds drained vitality

from the Earth, itself, and I was so, so tired,

but a draft into the darkness tinkled a tinny sound

from the angel chime guarding the house,

and a squirrel, plump with intelligence, nibbled a glowing tangerine.


I knew, then, my secret heart,

like a small sun, would shine again.

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