An acoustic guitar is being played beside me, and I am supremely happy with no more than this
A restless night, the rain starts to fall, and I am content
An excess of time allows me to detour aimlessly.
A piece of cake waits for me.
I am able to sing a simple harmony and I know joy
My wet hair blowing in the wind, a book that I can't put down, the perfect temperature to start wearing flip flops, that's all it takes for a smile
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