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Happiness

a lizard on a hot, smooth stone

my cats recreating sphinxes until the postman comes

the first hummingbird finally noticing my feeder

an old toy found under a new tree

a woman on the sidewalk ahead just turning a corner

rubbing of tombstones in the abandoned graveyard

finally tall enough for the rollercoaster

a balloon with wings, maybe

◄ Mea culpa

a (hopefully) funny poem for Edward Gorey ►

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