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poem submitted to "Fortuitious" poetry contest, Rob Carmack, sponsor, 4/12/2026
I followed a firefly that winked at me like it knew a secret and drifted toward the crooked woods. A mossy path unrolled itself, inviting my hesitant footsteps as if it had been waiting all along. At the clearing’s heart, a tiny door glimmered in a tree~ and when I knocked, it opened. Some luck arrives wearing magic.
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