Part 6

Part 6

It’s quiet out. I can only see from the light of the porch. And of the soft glow seeping out from the screen door. It’s quiet inside the cabin. Only the chirps of crickets and other bugs can be heard tonight. Pine needles litter the forest floor, turning it orange. It’s cool out. I’m snuggled up against my aunt. On the other side of her is my sister. In a clear crisp voice, my aunt breaks the silence of the night. It starts out with the first line, and is followed by another. And then another. As she talks, magic starts to fill the air. Sparks of excitement and mystery. It’s brilliant. As she speaks, the magic is released. A new world is thrusted upon us, holding out a hand. Magic, I believe, does exist. How can it not? In this moment, it’s all I see. The world is infinite and I have discovered that there are no limits. All because of my aunt. And her power to release this new world. What kind of talent does that take? To bring people to a new place, simply with their voice alone? My young mind cannot accept anything less than magic exists. And to this day, a young part of me yearns for it to be true.

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