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My happiness tastes of sun rays after a long winter. It smells of jokes in the moonlight, sounds like hugs in the rain. It feels soft and I carefully take hold of it. I stretch out one hand at first, then the other one. I clap my hands because I’m so happy to feel this way… Oops! 

I wish I hadn’t clapped. I’ve dropped my happiness. I hold my breath. A tear finds its way from the corner of my eye to the tip of my nose. Drip drip drip. I breathe in, breathe out. Maybe I can still save my happiness? I bend down and pick up the pieces. One piece in particular catches my attention. It’s a big one. Like a mirror. The image becomes blurred from the mist of tears. It feels pleasant, somehow soft. Like my happiness. This could be a nice ending. If it weren’t the end. 


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