This must be happiness

Having run up the street in the middle of this ice-cold starry nighted city,  hands and legs so frozen that I could barely feel them and a big scar on my knee under the woolen socks (girls who keep staring up to the sky don’t even notice the ice stones on their way) I opened the door of my little warm house and said to myself  : “This must be happiness….”


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