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Revisiting this old memory allows me to feel all the sadness I felt watching the magic in the world disappearing all around me. And I was powerless to stop it. I didn't know how to stop it from disappearing. So tragic.
As it turns out, it took me about 60 years to find it again. I'm kind of slow. Now I live with "the magic" every day. Being an old man is the best! And now I can hug that 4yr old me and tell him "it's ok - we'll find it again". That feels so good.
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