Whatever brought you here, consider fate possibility.
You arrived. I need help. I wrote magic for a few folk.
Link my words to them.
Reader, you and I are connected by less than six-degrees. My words could be for your acquaintance.
Now, the magic won’t work if known, in advance, who the magic’s addressed to or who authored it. That flash happens only while reading. And I do tell. [ID] coded. Part of the magic. Trust.
The story I tell is untouched. By lit standards, non-fiction.
If you read it and feel the heart quickening, the magic could be for you. You might discover us.
If you don’t read it, fine. Then TWEET. Help.
If you puff, “tweet it yourself”, how foolish.
I’m analog. [X]. “Wire-Cut.”
[IYKYK].
Go ahead. Look it up.
