Imagination
Without it
There's no magic.
Things are only as they appear,
And that is a kind of blindness…
Quite possibly the worst kind.
But with it,
And lost in the wonder of it all,
Things can be however
You imagine them to be.
And that is a kind of magic…
Quite possibly the best kind.
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