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Happiness

Happiness

.

The smallest pleasure

may be more rewarding.

.

Do I fool myself?

I question, as I reposition the answers.

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The sly smile of old men friends

afternoon coffee

all women in black dresses

on the street of a village

a church

with a modest chapel

.

The difference of my pace here is

work on two feet

I travel the world after all

to come home to own

familiar comforts and

my freedom

left unsacrificed.

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