"The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper." W.B.Yeats
The magic is always there.
Whether I notice it or not.
A few moments outside are all it takes.
Just a few steps outside into the sunshine or the swirling snow.
Past gardens trim or tangled.
Birds overhead.
The wind my companion.
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