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November 10, 2007
We are the magicians the book says. She reads it again and scratches her head. For the idea that we might determine it all - how destiny climbs it sweeps and then falls. Then did she really want everything to crumble as it did, did she dare it to be like this. We are the magicians she thinks once again but there is no assistance no one to help her to break from within. Ready with a smile, free her from the walls or the boxes or the chains that she chose, a magician whose tricks are useless and it shows.