I'm in this quiet and warm place. I'm reading a book, which always wraps me up in a happy place. I work and I chat with my friends but ultimately all I can think about is going into the world of pages. I am SO ok when I'm reading, I'm lost where I don't want to be found. I feel good. I'm happy inside, like a candle in a window on a blue winters night, I think I must have a glow about me because that's how I feel, all lit up inside. Whatever it's cause I am going to hold onto it for as long as I have breath in me.
Where are you happiest? Where is your contentment? Where do you know a quiet peace?
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