The Magic Carpet Ride

"Come for a ride on my magic carpet," my cousin said to me. "We will travel far away and distant lands, we'll see. We'll fly over teal-coloured seas. We'll see tall snow-caped mountains. We'll find wondrous treasures. All will be yours, if you'll only travel with me."
Hands on hips, I declared. "That's not a magic carpet! It's just an old rug."
"Ah, yes." She smiled. "If you look with your eyes, but you must learn to see with your heart."
Suddenly, before my eyes the rug underwent a miraculous transformatin and became a magic carpet.
I leapt on and immediately the carpet began to rise. It broke through the living room ceiling. It rose higher and yet higher sailing into the blue. Still, it didn't stop. I felt the sun on my face. The wind whipped my hair. My eyes filled with delights--my mind with possibilites.
Oh, what a gift, my cousin gave to me that day.
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Tonight, at the Ag Hall, I will be reading some of my writing during the open mic. I hope you can attend. Doors open at 7:00 pm.