[Poem a Day] “An Old Magic”

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Some places, in all their personal significance, hold a special kind of power for people. Something that makes it feel different, and not the kind of different that we can just throw around in description – something that marks a place as particularly distinct in your mind. When you’re close to it, you feel something reverberating up through every segment of your spine, your ribcage shuddering like a set of tuning forks all singing. Silence has a very distinct sound there, and you ache to remember what that feels like when you’re away.

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