It isn’t once upon a time

But instead a daily routine

We look for magic beyond

Never imagining

It is hidden plainly

Within the details

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We seek the ever after

Made up of millions of tiny choices

Thinking the magnificent

Could never be mundane

Made up of to do lists

And errands and minutiae

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We long for the fairytale

Blind to our existence in it

Overlooking the gap

In all of the old stories:

The fairytale remains undefined

Only created in the living of it

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We seek all we have

Missing it in our grasp

Holding fast to the otherness

Losing faith in the ordinary

While the heart knows

The magic of our quiet truths

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The fairytale of living and being alive – Caroline A. Slee