i write for inner peace.
Nali,
I've had my dream job: professional magician; wandering wand-man; marketplace street performer as if from ancient times. You woke me up. The credo I remember inscribing about my pretend wandering mage character was that he was resolved to wander from illusion to illusion, each one more real than the last, until he reached wakefulness. The gig era before your mom was my dream job at full-stride- exactly what I imagined doing when I closed my eyes and wished for magic as a career. The era of gigs is fog looking back. When I see you, I have no desire to dream- only to stay awake and not miss the moments we've arrived at- waking up slowly to them, and letting the light fill the room as we lay lazy in bed waiting for your mom to cook us bacon and eggs! PapaA
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