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everyone needs a little magic

It was crumpled in a ball amongst a sea of carpet and toys, but I knew that it wasn’t trash. The cherry red color with white writing would take anyone back to the sweetness of childhood. I picked it up thinking I would throw it away, but stopped myself. I unfurled the waxy paper to search for the treasure I knew was there. The eagle feathers, the bow and arrow, the star….the magic. The reason Tommy couldn’t throw it away either.

Because even though, we all know the legend of a free Tootsie Pop ┬áisn’t true, we still hope we find the indian shooting a star. Because even though, we are scared to dream big dreams, in our heart we hold fast to them. Because no matter our age, we all need a little magic.

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