Happiness. It's relative.

It is just a brief (and metaphorical) journey from where I sit to a house at the end of a long narrow dirt road where there would be three cats curled on the front porch steps and an old tire filled with dying geraniums nearly hidden in knee-high weeds, an area that, in another time, would be a lawn.
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