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Magic

“But all the magic I have known, I’ve had to make myself.” – Where the Sidewalk Ends, Shel Silverstein

I know there are no pots of gold at the end of rainbows. No resplendent winged unicorns. But, somewhere, over that rainbow, there is the piece of me I’m trying to find. There is something for me.

What is this thing?

That will light a fire under me?

That will make my heart burst out of my chest?

That will give me purpose?

That will get me out of bed ready to embrace the blues and yellows of the day or balk at the grays?

What will be my legacy?

I’m looking for that child in within, the one that remembers where the sidewalk ends, so that I may make my own magic.

It will, most assuredly, be a sight to behold. Like a resplendent winged unicorn…

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