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Day 09 - A photo you took
I have seen the fairies in the wood, because they need to be there. I tell their tales that we might for a brief shining moment transcend the world of paperwork and grocery shopping to rest in the boughs of myth, bask in the sunlight of a world that could never be and yet must. Without the beautiful lies of fiction, there would be no point in continuing; Despair is the twin of Desire. If we cannot imagine a perfect world, how can we ever create it?
If we cease to believe in magic, we are lost.
I have seen the fairies in the wood, because they need to be there. I tell their tales that we might for a brief shining moment transcend the world of paperwork and grocery shopping to rest in the boughs of myth, bask in the sunlight of a world that could never be and yet must. Without the beautiful lies of fiction, there would be no point in continuing; Despair is the twin of Desire. If we cannot imagine a perfect world, how can we ever create it?
If we cease to believe in magic, we are lost.