This happens on occasion. Sometimes the best things materialise suddenly and with no prior planning or searching.
Happiness is harmony.
leilockheart:
by Ralph Waldo Emerson
The heart of winter,
All is an icy slumber:
Summer was a myth.
A distant crescent,The moon marooned in heaven;Dreams of what is past.
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