Thaumaturge

They called him The Wizard.

He didn’t wear a robe or a pointed hat.

He wasn’t very clever or skilled.

But anyone who met him couldn’t help but smile.

His warmth, his kindness, his generosity could cause flowers to bloom in winter.

It was a powerful magic that he wove.

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