photo: jetheriot
I have a magic car wash, a small one. It's a magic car wash for toy cars, a magic toy car wash, if you will.
The magic is in the washing. When a toy car rolls through the little car wash and gets washed, it's lathered with the foam of righteousness and sprayed with imaginary star energy. Bursting through the exit, all glittery and sparkling, the magic is palpable, tangible. The car is more radiant than it was at the entrance.
