Sometime since I've been in the garden
I've looked up through the trees at the sky
and I have had a strange feeling of being happy
as if something were pushing and drawing and making me breathe fast.
Magic is always pushing and drawing
and making things out of nothing.
Everything is made out of Magic,
leaves and trees, flowers and birds, badgers and foxes
and squirrels and people.
So it must be all round us.
In this garden ~ in all the places.
~ Early August magic
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