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November 30th, 2018

Hope

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Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, today is a gift from the kami, which is why we call it the present.

Hope can be a powerful force. Maybe there's no actual magic in it, but when you know what you hope for most and hold it like a light within you, you can make things happen, almost like magic. It was hope that opened the well. She was sure of it. Hope and a prayer to see him again. There was no other logical explanation as to why the well would open after so long. Hope was such a funny thing. A magical thing. Each frail bloom in her soul expecting to be smothered as quickly as it had flickered to life. Hope had allowed her to come home to where she belonged. Today was a gift bought with hope. As she grinned up into his face, all she could think was this must be why they called it moments in time the present. And there was no gift quite like it.