I told my friend who is going through the rough patch that I had a hole blown into my heart a few years ago. And just when I think it's healing a surprising reality snags it back open and just that little bit more. The world through this window is full of magic, miracles and angels. I want him to look through the hole in his heart and see the all the angels with holes in their hearts surrounding us, too. Magic doesn't just fly into your heart. Windows into other worlds don't just open to your eyes. The magic winds that brought our friend back to us blew a hole in his heart, too. It is the only thing I am ever greedy for anymore.
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