I believe in magic. Not abracadabra magic, but the real kind.
The kind that settles in the bones and guides the hearts of those willing to listen and surrender to its ancient wisdom.
True Inklings is a blend of dark, spicy gumbo, sweet potato pie, and homemade wine. A mixture of the best of two worlds––the hypnotic appeal of living way down yonder in New Orleans and the joie-de-vivre of Southwest Louisiana.
Both cultures, though mutually exclusive, afforded me the means to put off converting my inner maiden into the completion of womanhood. While suffering the consequences, I also enjoyed a ride I could never have imagined.
Yes, I do believe in magic––the magic that transformed me––a silent, indifferent, yet unrelenting sacred power.
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