Monday, August 31, 2009

happiness.

Happiness grows at our own firesides, and is not to be picked in strangers' gardens.
It is where we find it, but rarely where we seek it.
The rays of happiness, like those of light, are colorless when unbroken.


i knew it,
i'd knew as much.

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