The stuff that makes you thunder with laughter when you fall or dampen or **** or burp; the stuff that makes you spread your lips when they kiss you; the stuff that makes your priorities surround sneaking out to see the moon or desiring to blister in the sun just to have a touch of another land; the magic that means you don't take life seriously at all; that makes you cry, laugh and scream with anger.
keep the magic that makes you express pound against your ribs, under your breast. until it dies with you.