You were my soul's first guru. I was 17. You had a few gray hairs that reminded me of your aged wisdom. Years have gone by since that summer in the mountains so long ago. We went our separate ways, like two roots spreading off the same tree. Now that we're back in touch, I want to douse you in doses of magic once in a while, as my thank you to you. Each dose is fueled by sparks that have stayed alit from our summer. Each dose reminds me of what you whispered on my wind...Magic is real and it exists everywhere.
For you and me, magic will exist in each other's mailboxes.
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