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Happiness
In a big, weathered armchair
and a cocoon of faded quilts.
Beside a fireplace that glows
as it crackles and sparks.
With the weight of a book
propped against toasty knees
as steam rises through dim light,
infusing the room with cardamom.
Where the evening breeze carries
the scent of lilac and the croon of crickets
through open windows.
Where ideas bloom like roses
and float like fireflies.
This is where happiness lives.
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