I must reread my books and see if I ever did magic. Magic is magic.
I didnt sleep last night but today have finished `Confessions of a
Philosopher' by Brian Magee, spent three hours at the pub, and now
must start DAvid Kennedy's manum opus critical work from Seren,
while I am still awake. But I would trade it all for some poem
with the magic in it. I have this adolescent dream that once I
could do it. But not for years. Best wishes.
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