I've got writer's block today. I tried writing a poem, but then the sun came out, for just a moment. So of course I had to stop writing and lie down for just a moment. It's so warm and lovely on the green chair in the sun.
If someone ever asked me what happiness is, I'd have to say it's when a sunspot hits a perfect soft surface in the middle of the day. The whole time the sun is there it's moving, but it moves so slowly that you don't notice until it's gone.
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