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The dreams we had lived outside
ourselves, within our world. It is how we watched the magic dream of itself.
What was backwards to us as children was the older people not seeing the dream Magic is made of in their eyes. We could see the sands from their childhood's
on the frayed sides of their thoughts. They glimpsed their responsibilities to
the world we lived in sometimes. We easily saw they had been in our world, but
they'd escaped it, and didn't remember it.
It was sad. - Gregory E. Woods,
Keeper of Stories
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