


Creating, building, imagining, becoming. A magical world, is so exciting. The excitement of creating one and transporting yourself there fully can't be compared to, except perhaps stumbling on a magical world built by someone else. A wall built out of woven vines. An arch way to enter through. Small collections of pebbles, leaves, sticks. A fire pit, log benches, a ring of rocks, beside the river and tucked amongst the trees. Are there fairies, or invisible folk, perhaps this is a meeting place, or a camp out. Are the people cloaked and watching, perhaps it is visited at night. Imagining, it alone is magical.
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