Happiness feels like the love of your family bursting our your grandma's front door on a warm spring afternoon.
Happiness sounds like ripples of laughter joyfully leaving your rosy pink lips.
Happiness tastes like the homeade meal you've been longing for all month.
Happiness smells like the secnt of the warm ocean breeze as you take time to get away from the world.
Happiness feels like reaching for the sky, and almost touching heaven.
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