Happy

It’s an old memory, one that hangs on the edge of the cliff of being forgotten, but there’s something in the way the ripples move into waves that gives it strength to go on. There’s affection there; sincerity and perseverance that can’t be carried away by the sands of time. Instead, the memory sinks, over-laden with longing and sorrow, and it would have been easier to forget if love wasn’t involved.

From the depths of the deep, a song rises on the winds of a golden flute, and when it’s finally found by the missing piece of the puzzle, it’s as if all questions were answered, and that is what happiness is.

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