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The Magic Inside



The magic in his heart was barely tapped, days became years became decades, safely locked away. Every venture brought fresh coloured layers, integrating into the cauldron of life’s experiences.
The magic simmered with increasing intensity, a vivid aurora, incandescent shades.
With every milestone the wonderment grew.
The time had not been wasted, for when the magic had crudely broken out in an unscheduled way, it had been beyond his capacity to hold it.
Unplanned, unchecked, where everyone could see, the magic caused terrible pain, disturbing those around.
So instead, it was best kept safe, waiting for the day.
It is not for us to regret the time it was kept locked away, for when the time comes for the cauldron to boil, the magic will flow.
Molten layers of gold forming a new landscape, every colour of the rainbow enwrapped within a framework of character and resolve.
The key has been turned; the magic is out.

It’s time to live again

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