Gratitude
Magic is what happens when the sun rises.
It’s the gift I was afraid I wouldn’t receive.
I open my eyes. I am alive.
That is the magic.
It is received.
Magic. Another day beginning.
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Magic is what happens when the sun rises.
It’s the gift I was afraid I wouldn’t receive.
I open my eyes. I am alive.
That is the magic.
It is received.
Magic. Another day beginning.