How I Know That Magic Is Real and That Our Spirits Are Eternal
As I slid into the family car, I noticed how the warm rays of the morning sun had illuminated the gently floating dust motes. They blazed with a muted but magical energy as they drifted across the console. It was as if a miniature, slow-motion fireworks display had been ignited just for us.“Look!” I said, drawing the attention of my infant daughters. “Fairies! A procession of fairies is marching through the car!”“WHAT?” my daughters said, leaning forward to have a closer look.All of us, together, including my wife, sat in silence and watched the dancing parade of fairies for a time. It’s one…
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