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The shade of blue, especially for January, struck Henry as unusual. It was too bright and cheery, so Henry decided it was an omen. He was despondent over the disappearance of his charge, a misfortune that hadn't befallen his kind since before the Guild was established. Henry had some explaining to do. He knew the Guild was going to be displeased his pupil evaporated into thin air. The fact Henry stood by and watched as Violet released her hold on the world was bound to cost him his license to practice."What do you see?" Henry called to the girl before she was swallowed by the wind.
"A field filled with rubies, and a sky the color of restfulness. Wherever I'm going, it is magical." Henry vowed to follow the soothing blue to its source, no matter how long he had to keep his head above the clouds. Violet would be waiting, warm and well-rested, in a field where magic is made.
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Where I am is a lab, a sacred space, a spare room, a forgotten place.
It is where dreams are dealt, ideas hatched, words arranged, new strings are attached.
Learning to be present, less haunted, more trusting, living undaunted.Curiosity can make for an uneasy soul.
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The sun tells January it has got things covered as its beams reach rows and rows of cozy coaches. Date palms drop plump calling cards while the roses know every day is a grand parade. Wild and exotic asphalt is not, but time has presented a golden moment where a walk in the park is an adventure in simplicity. A chance to dance with one's shadow should never be passed up. -
a momentary, magical point in time straddles the world we see and the world we imagine
enter into the promise with every intention of making dreams bigger than the never-ending stretch of wild blue
sing louder, laugh longer, spin the tale with light and love so it feels nice sinking in
develop rough ideas until the process feels like breathing
the impossible is involved in every step that leads to you
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