Tuesday, August 18


I invite the breezes and they come.
I ask the rain to stop and it stops.
I ask for sunshine and the sun happily obliges.

I look at my story and laugh.

Now how about turning this water into orange juice?

I Am the Universe I generate. In every way.

Magically Yours,
the Misses

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