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i wonder, sometimes, if ritual magic - real magic - would feel like the wind on a perfect breezy spring day or the sun in the middle of winter, or if it’s fire like midday in summer when you can’t even look at the asphalt for the illusion of water
or if it’s all mirage - smoke and tricks and all the slight of hand and none of the ethereal we chase but never quite capture
lines drawn in dirt, compass points to legend, not reality.
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