For as long as I can remember I always desired a Magic finger... oh how wonderful life would be! I would be able to turn a single sausage into 6, pet rocks would breathe, beloved soft toys could be cleaned with a single touch...
As I grew so to did my dreams and as expected the old made way for new but despite it all I still secretly longed for a magic finger... no longer would I endure the suffering of an empty coffee cup, milk would come in a bottomless bottle, my bum would never look too big nor wide, iPods would never go flat, possessions on loan would always be returned...
Now I'm a great deal older and practicality and reality has seeped in. The other day I stumbled across a beautiful Canon EOS 5D Mark II and I decided that a Magic Finger just wouldn't cut it anymore as I feared onlookers would suspect light fingered thievery at play! So it was from that day forward that I have quietly longed something else...
a Magic Wardrobe that with a single glorious wave of her long, ancient doors would reveal an ethereal place of treasures, decadence, dreams, passions, wonderings and desires...
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