However you choose to explain the tangle of atoms and breath and stardust that adds up to you, You are the Magic. On the days that offer only questions and the blindfolded stumble on the path, You are the Magic. On the days your eyesight blues under the weight of your personal ocean, You are the Magic. On the days you float, breathing only because your life depends upon it, You are the Magic. On the days your heart beats loud, your footsteps find contact on the earth and your hands move like…
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