The Magician's House
I dreamed I'd been thrown out of the magician's house. I'd been his pupil but his magic was magnificently black and scarlet and I couldn't get the hang of it (and maybe I hadn't actually been trying too hard.) Nevertheless I was hanging around in the yard- in the hope of picking up crumbs of wisdom or of sneaking back inside- past the huge, warty, demonic doorkeeper- in the entourage of a legitimate visitor...
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I really like that line.
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