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…and you are overwhelmed with a species of happiness unlike other - your eyes smile more than your mouth, you sit-up smell the air, water, tress, you shut down to the conversations around, your mind is still, but your body isn’t: its restless, as if something has got it back to life, has made it breathe again. Inside of you, there is still something that is struggling to get out, perhaps a voice, a scream to express gratitude towards the magnificence you’d witnessed. Melancholically, Sigh is what you utter. Happiness, can seldom be so deliciously suffocating.














