A rock wall covered in little purple flowers beside the drive that served as a fort, the oil barrel that was the best horse ever, the grape arbour that morphed into Batman's cave, the opened morning glories that became hats for fairies, the fallen tree that heard "walk the plank" more times than Blackbeard, mud pies... thanks for the reminder. You know, oddly, I still do this today. I don't believe I've lost that childhood ability to turn a mundane something into magick. What do you think? xxx
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ninetydegrees
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on 2006-09-22 02:05 pm (UTC)xxx