When I first met the Magician, I didn't know who he was.
He didn't look like what I expected the Magician to look like, based on everything I'd heard, or read, or been told. I never saw any magic, so I didn't recognize him; I just knew he was different. And that bothered me a little, but I never knew why.
And I always wondered why I'd never met the Magician, and never seen any magic.
One day, I heard a voice say, You can't always see the magic. Sometimes you just feel it.
Then I realized I had felt it.
Then I realized I could still feel it.
And then I went looking for the Magician again. Only this time I knew who he was...so I found him.
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Magic isn't always what you expect it to be, and the Magician wears a thousand different faces.
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