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               If he did not write it, it would not leave—such was the way of spirit and mind.  If he did not write it, thought would dwell, and he would feel ugly and shamed by its presence.                 But when he wrote, instead of shame, he found catharsis of release.  He wrote it as a […]

               Practical magic: isn’t that what it was?  Love and lust.  Enchantment, captivation, spellbinding of another into fulfillment of one’s will—or giving of self to theirs.                She felt it then in entrance to room, wind stir of blow through window’s open that danced the cream-toned drapes of window’s frame; pulse of light in mauve […]