Tragedy is in an enslavement to alcohol and friendship, a moment of clarity can often emerge in the cold plunge to grief. A next step leads to actually stand on two feet, to blunder and receive the blows of spirituality and potential journeys.
I looked for a gift and wrote a chapter on auspicious gifts. The power in those words was the gift. She then took the words wrapped in yellow paper and sent it to her aunt to get blessed. The blessed package was inconspicuous, but it became a memory bank that flung the potency of words into spells.
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