Tangibility of Happiness
J.L. Thurston Jenni Thurston J.L. Thurston Jenni Thurston

Tangibility of Happiness

He always notices. No one else does. Those buttery eyes, like velvet embraces when they glance upon you. How is it possible for eyes to hold the universe? He can’t be human. He’s a man who moves with wings upon his shoulders, his feet just above the dirty ground, never soiled by the earth. And he always notices you.

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