The fence falls down, the boy needs new shoes, an owl has taken up residence in the apple tree and five clouds resembling horses crossed the moon last night—local magic is still safe in our district. I say it under my breath while walking my dog—local magic comes home with me tonight.
Do you remember those tiny mummified insects from Egypt? Beetles wrapped in linen with miniature hand carved sarcophagi? Everything will have its magic honored when they believe in living stars.