I’ll let you into a secret, just so long as you don’t tell anyone. It’s about the balconies. If you laugh I won’t say and you’ll never know. It’s your call.
It’s strange to me how people don’t know this already, but then I guess most people don’t realise about magic.
You’ve got to pick a colour. Then you’ve got to find a flat with that colour and get onto the balcony. It’s easier than you’d think, but I couldn’t tell you how.
Red is for love.
Blue is for dreams.
Green is for travel.
Orange is for family.
I forgot to say, you’ve got to find a balcony where you can see the river, and that wooden thing with the twirly top. It won’t work otherwise.
And then it’s simple. You reach down both hands to touch the colour. You look at the spinning top and at the water, and you make your wish. Don’t expect a thunderbolt. Don’t expect something to happen straight away. Wishing’s a delicate business, my mum told me that. You’ve got to be patient. You’ve got to keep your heart and your eyes wide open. You’ve got to be prepared to wait.
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