Ihave always had a powerful imagination. I’m prone to daydreaming and am sometimes caught staring straight through reality and into the universe inside my mind. As children, we hope our lives really are a fairy tale in the making, and that we are just waiting for the summons to begin our grand adventure. In our hearts, we are all mystic warriors and ancient royalty hidden among the commoners. Then one day, we resign ourselves to the fact that we are indeed unremarkable, that there will be no owl-delivered letters inviting us to wizard school, and there will be no magic doorways revealed to us in the trees. When that pink bubble pops, the magic inside us fades, but it doesn’t have to.

I find great joy and comfort in romanticizing my life. I leave a few ripe strawberries in the patch for th

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