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“Everything you can see, hear or touch around you is vibrating with energy; even though we may not be able to see it. Everything vibrates at one speed or another. All words have the power to set into motion these vibrations. Positive words have a particular frequency which can be measured. Positive words emanate positive energies. Feelings also vibrate at a certain frequency. If someone is feeling fear, despair or grief they will be vibrating at a low frequency. The feelings of love, joy and gratitude vibrate at a higher frequency.”
― Don Trey, Book of Magic Spells

“It is a curious thing, Harry, but perhaps those who are best suited to power are those who have never sought it. Those who, like you, have leadership thrust upon them, and take up the mantle because they must, and find to their own surprise that they wear it well.”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

“28 - How much wood would a woodchuck chuck If a woodchuck could chuck wood? He would chuck, he would, as much as he could, And chuck as much as a woodchuck would If a woodchuck could chuck wood.  ”
― Riley Weber, Tongue Twisters for Kids

“He pulled on the lever and the gate opened, making a huge squealing sound.   It was a simmering hot day in Springfield. The sun pounded on Steve's helmet for a while until his head was pounding from the heat. He had been traveling for three hours now, he hasn't had a drink of water for a while now, so he decided to look for the nearest pond to get a drink of fresh water. He took out his map and pinpointed the exact location of a small pond. He made sure to tie the horse to the tree with a special knot he had learned in survival training. He jumped off, walked to the pond, and took out his cup. He drank water until his belly was full, then he decided he was going to sit down for a second and stretch his legs.   There was rustling in the bushes behind him. He unholstered his bow-gun, loaded the arrows, and turned around to see who it was. He couldn't see anything from where he was sitting, so he stood up and walked toward the sound. He looked behind the bushes but there was nothing. Then he heard rustling behind him. "Hold it right there," said a raspy voice behind him . Steve froze in place and slowly turned around. It was a villager holding an iron-sword. "Now, drop your weapon," Steve dropped his weapon. "Now kick the weapon over to me," Steve pushed the weapon toward the villager. He picked it up and unloaded the arrows from the chamber. "Now walk!" The villager poked Steve on the side and pointed toward a small cabin not far from there.   Villager:”
― Andrew J., Pixel Stories: Journey Through Snowland