When the mind is free, magic happens. — C.G. Rousing
When the mind is free, magic happens. — C.G. Rousing
When the mind is free, magic happens. — C.G. Rousing
When the mind is free, magic happens. — C.G. Rousing
When the mind is free, magic happens. — C.G. Rousing
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When the mind is free, magic happens.

— C.G. Rousing
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