Even faeries have a shrine to worship their idol. Make praises and do the work in their honour.
Upon the declaration written on a scroll they first advance from. Making their intentions clear from the start. And all know for the title signed to authorise such deeds.
That's just it with weaving a magical spell. It slyly and gradually works its magic. And that crafty smug spellcaster will never be discovered.
The view from a hill is beautiful to look out towards. However, to look upon homelife from there, is seeing the home as paper houses. Small and neatly placed to be a fragment in the mind. The true aspect is being within those four walls and a roof above.
If it's worn upon the head then it is a hat. Even if a cardboard box placed on the head. Even others can wear a piece of cardboard, whichever shape it is. The real appearance is how decorated to make it.
In the forest; everything meets in the middle whichever direction to come from. From every angle comes that same gap to cross. Wanting to pass over that central gap and reach the other side. Even if not to be before them and look directly in the face. Have shared that same central core to contend with.
Numbers Ch.31:V.32 " - And the booty, being the rest of the prey which the men of war had caught, was six hundred thousand and seventy thousand and five thousand sheep."
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