The Peninsula

The Fiction and Poetry Archive of Liana Mir and scribblemyname

A Touch of Magic

Jul
10

They talk about their mother all the time, but sometimes Mary swears Dickon sprung up full-formed from the moor that might as well have given him birth. The animals swarm him with delighted sounds, gentle as though they were tame, and plants grow under his fingers as though his blood sings with magic.

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