He sat seriously,
talking about
unhappiness,
disappointment,
confusion.
Happiness is a wind that just passes by.
You can't grab it, you know,
it just slips through your fingers.
Time and again,
he said,
it's a puzzle
with no answer.
How do you just make all this stuff
just go away? He asked.
In reply she cartwheeled.
He tried, honestly
but couldn't stop
from laughing
as he toppled to the ground.
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