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When his familiars’ pounced a little too roughly on the davenport, the mysteries of the cosmos flailed about as his soft, satin bag took a tumble… Citrine and agate tap-danced under the bed, as quartz whizzed wildly through the air like a shooting star. Opal spun about like a fiery pirouette, and amethyst – finding it’s way on the windowsill, bloomed a kaleidoscope of larkspur in the sun.
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Dec 21, 2015
Dec 21, 2015 at 7:07 PM UTC
Mojo Bag
When his familiars’ pounced a little too roughly on the davenport, the mysteries of the cosmos flailed about as his soft, satin bag took a tumble… Citrine and agate tap-danced under the bed, as quartz whizzed wildly through the air like a shooting star. Opal spun about like a fiery pirouette, and amethyst – finding it’s way on the windowsill, bloomed a kaleidoscope of larkspur in the sun.
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Dec 21, 2015
Dec 21, 2015 at 7:07 PM UTC
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