''Where are the ducks going mummy?'' asked dear sweet Charity.
''I've no idea, my lovely little cherub, but wherever they're going, they're going there in threes, and that can only mean one thing.''
She looked at her daughter with a knowing so deep as she said this, that it almost frightened the little girl, for the look she gave her expressed too great the emotion that humans have only come to know as something now separate from themselves.
But the little girl knew all too well, as did her mother, that this ''separateness,'' this grace we call divinity, truly does exist, on earth, and within humans themselves, and they knew not to be afraid of this; of that which truly exists, even if no one else believes it, for whatever you believe in this world has every right to exist; has every right of an existence shell; has every right to be, to breathe and to feel.
That's the magik in real life magik,
it has to exist in order to tell,
it has to exist in order to tell.
''I may not know where the ducks are going mummy, but I know now for why they fly.''
And as little cherub's face reflected in the water, she recognised her mother's gaze.
Do you recognise the little girl in this story?
Such a lovely little face.
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