My magic lies in my ability to transform letters into words, words into sentences, sentences into scenes, scenes into stories, stories into worlds. 

My magic lies in always knowing the answer to the question, “What it?” — even if I just make it up.

My magic lies in believing things that cannot be seen.

My magic lies in always coming back, never giving up, never giving in. 

My magic lies in knowing there are possibilities that haven’t yet been discovered. 

My magic lies in the grace of the people who love me and never let me forget it. 

My magic lies in the universe, the universe is within me.

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