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Fresh Cut Flowers Sold Here
Down in Pixie Hollow
Just a little old place
There's flowers to smell
and mushrooms
Books to love
and cute critters too
Birdsong and bird friends
and robin's eggs so blue
What stories these trees could tell-
---- And stories go best with tea!
What bridges to cross
Briars and thickets
Naps in the shade with the
summertime crickets
What dreams this hollow must make-
---- And tea goes best with cake!
Imagine the stories
Just picture the dreams
Where all is fantastic and
Just how it seems
Imagine the world such a place must create
Down in Pixie Hollow
Just a little ol' place
---- Are you gonna finish that cake?
...Scene: A Tumble Of Love
Every morning he wakes and makes his way. More stooped, more gray. More wrinkled. He shuffles more than he steps. He makes his way.
He turns on the stove, missing the hiss and click of the old gas models. Water in the pot, beans in the grinder. Coffee is a process. He used to weigh the beans, meticulous. Now he knows it by feel. The same beans, same grinder, same two coffee drinkers.
He hears her longer, shuffling strides, murmuring to the plants and the rats and the crab as she does every morning. Her familiars. She sweeps into the kitchen as the kettle rattles to a boil. He let’s the kettle grumble and spit, a smile wrapping his face in well-engraved lines and wrinkles. He kisses her, and he has that same old feeling. A canoe in a misty lake, the world beyond the gra...
Witchcraft and Wizardry
There is a magic
in the layering of the senses
A sniff
A glance
A laugh
A caress
A savor
Life is many, many moments
The way we consume each one
matters
The way we produce them
matters too
What looks beautiful
may feel harsh
What sounds sweet
may taste bitter
A proper magic is mindful
of all our senses
In the sum of the whole
is a whole other creation
A kind of life, all of its own
It terrifies us
To be wholly, completely cast into our moments
We're terrified that we can create something as powerful as life
That we can do magic after all
Terrified that our spells might be broken
But our spells are broken
Our lives are divided
Our senses are isolated
and magic does not exist
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