Magic works even in a thick fog. It cuts through like the second hand of a watch, steady and consistent. But magic isn't always magical. The lessons can be awful, mundane, even treacherous. While your bigger dreams explode far away, you are cleaning piss and shit for a living. Watching your bank account dry up to nothingness. How is this magic on a grand scale? What the hell kind of dream is coming true?
From the ashes, like an eerie silent battlefield,
DP
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Amen to that brother... Same here, and then some.
Well they say life is hope, and that all things, like time, is to pass.
Let's hope it will pay off, somehow, somewhere, sooner the better thought.
BTW, your music is magnificent.
Truly.
Regards + prayers,
MR.
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