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Month: January 2020

Micro-magic (again)

His guitar was magic. He always found the melodies when he played for someone who was sick. The iceberg was magic. Penguins who leapt to the safety of the floating frozen mesa found themselves in possession of plentiful fish and predator-free seas. Their entryway rug was magic. For decades it kept out his professional enemies and her family. Her bookcase was magic. Every book she placed on it was richer the next time she read…