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// Entry #89 
// Story: Starswirl's Journal 
// by AlesFlamas 
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Clover finally fell asleep, so I might be able to make some progress on this spell. Sleep. I've forgotten what it's like to sleep. And to be honest, I don't know whether that's a god or bad thing. Yes, on the one hoof I have more time than I've ever had to do whatever I damn well please. But on the other... I look at Clover and I see her, so at peace in the land of dreams. That's a peace I'll never be able to know again. But I digress.

I'm getting the hang of teleporting things where I want them to go. At least, partially. By which I mean, only parts of the objects are going where I want them to.  Of course, this could have something to do with the fact that I've been trying to move nothing but rocks. And rocks and ponies are two very different things. For one, ponies are alive. Rocks are not. If I'm to find any success, perhaps I should try experimenting on more... lively specimens. Like a snail. Or a rutabaga. Or anything that isn't a rock.