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[withashotgun]

The hours I spend with you I look upon as sort of a perfumed garden, a dim twilight, and a fountain singing to it. You and you alone make me feel that I am alive. Other men it is said have seen angels, but I have seen thee and thou art enough. ~George Moore

--> I felt the need to post this, since I have repetedly said that no one ever writes anything beautiful about happiness.