The Craft of Manifestation

Last night, a stranger introduced himself to me while I was washing my face. Seemingly out of nowhere -poof- this entity that did not exist before was fully formed in my head. He’s a quiet one, but he has big presence. Between the time I dried my face and applied my moisturizer (it has snail goo in it—don’t ask), I knew enough about him to run to my notebook and jot down some notes about him.

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